For a while, I’ve been very interested in history and farming. Granted, I live on a farm, so let’s say I’ve had plenty of encouragement for that interest, but I’ve found both fields extremely fascinating and enjoyable. When my Granddaddy decided to visit his sister, my Aunt Susan, in TN last month, I asked if I could join him and go see the farm that he grew up on in the sixties.
As we walked the farm, it was really neat to hear my Granddaddy say “This is where we would milk the cows,” or show me the corn-crib, still standing (in the above picture, I believe), or point out where the fence was that he crashed into on their tractor. (I’m sure he’d rather that story be forgotten, but anyone who hears it has a good laugh!) The current owners of the farm are a retired couple who are taking a really good care of the farm. They own black Angus beef cows (the same kind my Granddaddy’s family had!) and a few horses.
While I was in TN, I also got to visit my cousin Rebecca and her husband John’s farm, which was a lot of fun and so lovely getting to see them again.
I did all these pictures in black-and-white. It’s out of the norm for me, since I generally keep my pictures in color, but it felt fitting to fit the vintage aspect and because everything is so brown outside considering the season. And so…enjoy my favorites of the old farm.