This home by the side of the road during my barn quest yesterday had a feeling to it. Like lives had been lived there. Sure enough, the owner wandered over from across the road. He was 75, had been born in the house, which had been built in 1937. His family had had a 120 acre dairy farm. When he was in high school, he’d had 100 chickens as part of a 4H project, and he’d sold then eggs at a corner. market.
We stood around for about half an hour, talking about dairy farms, chickens, and homestead lumber mills. It was nice there in the morning sun. It was nice being in this part of America that is so different from the coasts and/or large metropolitan areas.