What a neat picture. Was this taken out by the elm tree by the shop? This definitely captures another warm Penrose memory for me. I love that the fields are green. The hills up at the top of the field don't look as big as they did when I was a little girl.
That was dads' new fangled ditcher that replaced that huge beam and iron drag dtitcher that ran ove my foot and ripped off my toe nail when I was little. I hid in the shop after it happened since I was not supposed to be that close to the ditcher. I don't know when I got the courage to tell mom so that I could get first aid. My job on the new ditcher was to ride it while it was being pulled through the ditch and lower and raise the blade.
This is the view that we all remember, but it was taken after the fences were torn down, so after my time at home. We did have a path to Grandma and Grandpa's home place - it wasn't exactly straight, but it got us there faster than by the road. Thanks for this piece of nostalgia.
I enlarged the picture, and I am there! Home again in mind and BODY! How many times in our life was this view burned into our memory? It is wonderful to go there one more time. Steve, I am sorry about your toe nail. Why didn't I help you? That had to have been very painful.
This is a great picture, what a wonderful view of the grandparents' place, and the hills beyond (that could have the appearance of being bigger when you are young.) The outline of those hills have always been in my memory and as I wrote in my story signified "the hills of home" from the song. In my time there was a fence to cross, and I remember so well that curvy path through the alfalfa. Instead of "over the river and through the woods" for us it was "over the fields to Grandmother's house we go." Steve,OW! I hope you got more sympathy than scolding.
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What a neat picture. Was this taken out by the elm tree by the shop? This definitely captures another warm Penrose memory for me. I love that the fields are green. The hills up at the top of the field don't look as big as they did when I was a little girl.
That was dads' new fangled ditcher that replaced that huge beam and iron drag dtitcher that ran ove my foot and ripped off my toe nail when I was little. I hid in the shop after it happened since I was not supposed to be that close to the ditcher. I don't know when I got the courage to tell mom so that I could get first aid. My job on the new ditcher was to ride it while it was being pulled through the ditch and lower and raise the blade.
This is the view that we all remember, but it was taken after the fences were torn down, so after my time at home. We did have a path to Grandma and Grandpa's home place - it wasn't exactly straight, but it got us there faster than by the road. Thanks for this piece of nostalgia.
P.S. Enlarge the picture, Ann - the sandhills look more in proper proportion.
I enlarged the picture, and I am there! Home again in mind and BODY! How many times in our life was this view burned into our memory? It is wonderful to go there one more time.
Steve, I am sorry about your toe nail. Why didn't I help you? That had to have been very painful.
This is a great picture, what a wonderful view of the grandparents' place, and the hills beyond (that could have the appearance of being bigger when you are young.) The outline of those hills have always been in my memory and as I wrote in my story signified "the hills of home" from the song. In my time there was a fence to cross, and I remember so well that curvy path through the alfalfa. Instead of "over the river and through the woods" for us it was "over the fields to Grandmother's house we go." Steve,OW! I hope you got more sympathy than scolding.
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