here a couple weeks. Our first morning
here we were welcomed with a skiff of snow which helped bring the Christmas
spirit despite our mounds of boxes and disorganization.
a blast running and squealing. It will
be quite the adjustment when we move into our tiny home which is a quarter of
the size of Grandma’s place!
They are a little rougher in the house than Grandma would
have liked them to be when she was here, but we hope we are not making her turn
in her grave! We are grateful and thank
Heavenly Father every day for a warm place to stay and a roof over our head (it
has been cold this week in the teens and as cold as single digets)! Thank you Grandma and Grandpa for letting us
crash at your place!! I will try to get
photos up soon of how different things look.
My Grandparents built their home here in Caldwell in 1954 nearly sixty years ago. My mom spent all of her childhood on this
property, which was then a farm.
grandpa was a chicken farmer who ran a hatchery of several hundred egg laying
hens. They raised six daughters in this
home and I am sure it the walls could talk they would tell many stories. It isn’t the same now that both Grandma and
Grandpa have passed. Their home
especially isn’t the same now that most of their things are gone. A few years back their five acres of farm
buildings were cleared off the land and a tiny subdivision was started. So change has been going on here in Caldwell longer than this
home. Emptying it of their things almost
takes away it’s spirit of them. An odd
feeling of something that has a been a constant and consistent my whole life. A sad change of letting go of somethind dear and loved.