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You Can Never Go Home Again
I found out what “you can never go home again” means when I arrived at the farm site of our childhood. The barn, looming large, the only building standing, jutted up from the bare Minnesota prairie as I went up the driveway past the grove. The tall trees and pig houses on the east side of the driveway were gone. So was the garage, the old machine shed, the shop, horse barn and chicken house. The pump house right by the barn was barely there, but some repair on the roof and door might bring it back to life.
By Sammie Meadows5 years ago in Families
Capturing Life In A Time Capsule
--- " To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die." Thomas Campbell There is no rule book for handling the belongings of your late husband. I did not think I would be going through his things four and a half years later, but I've done it at my own pace.
By Danell Boyles TeNyenhuis Black5 years ago in Families
Simplicity of the Old Days
Do you miss the days of simplicity? I step back sometimes and look at just how much the times have changed. Being a 70's baby I remember what I call the "good times". I think back to when there wasn't no where near as much crime, families gathered on Sundays and holidays for dinners, there were still such things as family reunions. Children could be found outside riding bikes or exploring nature instead of sitting cooped up in the house with a video game controller or a smartphone in their hands. Mothers were in the kitchen shelling beans, standing over the stove, and sharing stories about their families. Fathers were sitting under a shade tree playing cards, throwing horseshoes, smoking their favorite pipes or cigars, and jokingly complaining about work or their wives.
By Mandy Mauldin5 years ago in Families
Christmas
For some, big families means lots of food and long holidays. This is true for myself and I can't complain as we have certainly have amazing cooks in the family. Although we are together for most Holidays, Christmas is the big one. We schedule as far in advance as possible, this way everyone can make it and enjoy the day. The family gathers at Nana's for a full day of food, gifts, games, and memories.
By Kimberly K.5 years ago in Families
The 50’s as I Remember Them. Top Story - August 2020.
My life began in the mid 50's in Colorado. My mother tells me that it was the hottest day recorded in twenty years on that first day of summer. I don’t think that this information has ever been checked out by Scopes, but nonetheless, it’s her story and it sounded good to me. I am also part of that Baby Booming generation, but neither parent served in the military. My father had been a victim of polio, leaving a leg atrophied, but my mom did have three brothers who served in WWII.
By Shirley Belk5 years ago in Families
My Dream Home
I have always been fascinated with historic homes. Old homes with a history, something about them invokes a level of nostalgia. Like I am guilty of some serious rubbernecking when I drive by them, the way some might stare at a train wreck or a celebrity.
By Amber Nelson5 years ago in Families
The Parc Slip Explosion
On the morning of August 26th, 1892, 22-year-old coal haulier William Lyddon left his home at Fountain Cottages in Aberkenfig, South Wales, and made the short walk to work his shift underground at Parc Slip Colliery. It was the day of the annual St Mary Hill Fair, and apparently a fine Summer's day. William's shift would begin at six in the morning; with twenty or so of his colleagues having gone to the Fair - an hour into the shift, only 143 Davy lamps had been handed out to the men going underground.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Families
Just for fun
Lem Turner was born at the old family homestead just east of Capper Road, Jacksonville, FL. He was the son of Florida pioneers, Jesse Turner (1795-1867)and Sarah Ann Blount (1796-died after the 1860 census). He was the grandson of Edward Turner and Sarah Elmore, and Redding Blount and one of his wives, probably Chloe Blansom. We have not been able to locate the burials of his parents or grandparents, but we do know where some of his brothers and sisters are buried - see additional info below the biography. Lem and his wife, Sarah, were eventually moved to Edgewood Cemetery, Jacksonville, but these old monuments still stand a Pickett Cemetery.
By Brandy Koch6 years ago in Families
Famous Family Curses Throughout History That Will Blow Your Mind
Whether or not you believe in famous family curses is one thing, but no one can deny that the families on this list have had more than their fair share of bad luck, trauma, and untimely deaths. Are they just coincidence or a little bit too uncanny?
By Jody Hopkins8 years ago in Families
Growing Up In the 90s
Growing up in the 90s was a fun time! I miss the good old days of playing with the infamous Skip-It toy and eating Sodalicious fruit snacks—boy… those were the days! I grew up in a simpler time, where we had dial-up internet instead of Wifi, and VHSs instead of DVDs.
By Nicole (Nikki) M.8 years ago in Families
One Pair of Shoes
My most significant memories of childhood center around contributions made by a protective mother and the lack thereof from an absentee dad. My Mother is a head strong island woman. My dad on the other hand is one who, from the time I met him, wondered aimlessly through life for much of his life without any specific positive direction. In retrospect, I believe I owe my determination to survive to my mother and my ability to walk away from situations at the drop of a hat is thanks to my dad. Nevertheless, I remember vividly how Mother would bend over backwards to provide and protect me and my brothers. There were times in my childhood I felt like I would choke from Mother’s protection. She did not give me what I wanted and there were times, we had confrontations about what I thought I was entitled to have. My necessities always prevailed because she always won those battles. I grew up feeling unappreciative for what Mother did for me, at least, until as a single parent I struggled with my own children’s educational, medical and other expenses. From childhood until college age, my accepted norm for family life was having my Mother provide for me and my siblings. To this, there was one exception to the rule, one pair of shoes.
By Nikao Faith9 years ago in Families
