Monday, March 14, 2011

On The Homestead

Today, I spent a few hours on the Rice Homestead taking some of my last photos from there. Mom has now moved to the home of one of my brothers. In time the property will be put up for sale though one of my siblings lives there for the time being. It struck me as I reminisced through the property how that so much had changed already through the years since I've been a child. Below are a few photos from my time there today.


This picture was taken from my childhood church home looking across the cemetery. The cemetery is much larger than it appears here. The house I lived in as a child and into my adulthood for some years is located on the far left. Behind the house is our red barn which for many years housed a couple thousand chickens, loads of straw bales, and farm machinery. There was also a chicken house that held six thousand chickens to the left of the house but not seen in this photo. On the right are some of my brothers' greenhouses. And in the back of the photo is a neighboring dairy farm.

Here's a view of the house with part of the barn in the background. Over the years, we spent a lot of time on the porch of this house. I remember in particular watching thunderstorms from there and helping Mom and Dad prepare fruits and vegetables for canning and freezing.

Here's the dinner bell that was used precisely for that purpose or anytime we were too far away to be called by the voice. As children we roamed a wide stretch of the farm and the bell was the easiest way to call us in.

Here's another view of the barn in the center with a corn crib and machinery shed on the left and the larger chicken house on the right. The barn actually used to be longer than it is in this picture.

This photo is a part of the main barn door taken from inside the barn. I took this photo because I like the wood grain and colors. In a future post, I may display more interior photos from the barn.

Here's a photo of a clock my dad gave to my Mom many years ago. The wood grain shown here is the same as the rest of the kitchen cupboards. Mom and us children spent a lot of time in this kitchen. She made sure we all at least knew the basic rudiments of cooking and baking.

This is some of the decor from the living room. Mom decorated her home with many knickknacks and pictures throughout the home. She knew how to make a house a home.


  1. these are great, tim. thanks for sharing!

  2. Such great memories Tim, it is nice to see things as they were. I'm sorry that you lost your Dad. I wish you the best of luck.

  3. Very beautiful to have these pictures, the best memories inside and out.

  4. Oh what a memory day this must have been. I bet it's hard thinking of it all and moving on. Life has a funny and not so fun way of moving us on.
    Thanks for sharing your memories with us.
    I like the dinner bell.

  5. Une page se tourne...

    The farm will no more be the same for you.
    I was last week in the town of my family, I went near our house and noticed then that I even not had a glance for it.
    What is important are the people you love, but this farm is really beautiful. Your mom was a good house wife and sure she used to help her husband too.

  6. This posting with your family pictures and memories is a special treasure for me to read. As you have seen from visits to my blog, I spend a lot of my time photographing the old farmsteads in my area. However, I'm a city boy; I grew up in an apartment on the 16th floor in a building on Manhattan's West Side. Your mention of the dinner bell has jogged my memory to summer's out of the city with my parents, but it will also get me to ask the farmers I meet if they also had/have them. Was this just to call "the kids," or was this a call to adults too?

    I really hope you'll tell more about growing up on the farm. I know how hard it is to lose a place from your past and hope that writing about it will help preserve it for you.

  7. I love that you are reminiscing these days, Tim. It's part of your grieving/mourning and healing process. Thank you for sharing these sweet images of memories that cannot be taken from you...ever.

  8. Thanks, kirsten. I had a lot of fun and mourning putting this together.

    Thanks, bill. Your thoughts are appreciated.

    Thanks, sue anne. A lot of good memories to be sure.

    Thanks, dawn. Time does have a way of moving us on; but the past will not be forgotten.

    Thanks, marguerite. The farm already is not the same as when I was a child or even as a few years ago. Nothing stays the same for long. Yet beauty is still there to be found.

    Thanks, ted. From time to time I plan to share more of my childhood farm life. The dinner bell was mostly used to call us children in.

    Thanks, ginnie. And I'm glad that these memories cannot be taken away by humankind.