weeds rust and childhood memories

it's where we have all of our family gatherings each year, the long winding road where i learned to ride my bicycle as a kid, it's the end of that same road where i went flying over the handle bars because i hit the brakes way too hard trying to stop, its that old tree we all tried to climb to the very tip top and almost did, the woods where we played and made "indian teepees" out of long sugar cane, not to mention the sugar cane mill we had so much fun swinging from even though we were dead if we got caught, it's the place where every building around ends with "-house", the old tractor we pretended to drive out of that old shed and the play house we made that i miss so much..

pawpaw and grandmas shoes
hard working shoes i'll never be able to fill

it was all at my grandparents house, and still is today even though weeds and rust have hidden their stories.




the "wash house"


 i went wandering around grandma and pawpaws house today just thinking back on all the memories i have there, and it's amazing how drastic things change over the years.

if you walk in the "wash house" you will find these, canned jars on every wall



this was our old play house

the sugar cane mill we swang from

the "shop house" 



 i never noticed until today how hard it is to even see where our old playhouse was, it's all grown up with weeds and black-eyed susans, you can only see the rust from the metal gates that surrounded it.
and i never noticed how much the land behind their house has changed too, instead of that huge junk pile that fascinated me as a kid, there's a garden there now with an electric fence. it looks great, but i sure do miss seeing that junk pile for some odd reason, it was treasure island to me at one time.

wind chimes on every limb seems like

pawpaw's shirt on that poor swing that caught hell with us grandkids.

so i took a few photos around my grandparents house, they are just a few of my favorite things there. it all sure makes me miss being a little girl.