tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post1636994704837448994..comments2023-07-21T12:14:46.364-04:00Comments on Modern Pioneer: A Very Heart Felt Moment I Want To Share With YouModern Pioneerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14966369771621194216noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-62899786022240154752012-08-21T16:46:32.342-04:002012-08-21T16:46:32.342-04:00I feel your joy and pain, Jason. My memories are s...I feel your joy and pain, Jason. My memories are similar- work, play, work some more. I now own that old house that raised generations of children, including me. The barn is long since gone; I tore down the chicken coop. Now the house is collapsing, drooping, showing all of its almost 300 years of service. We had to move a year and 9 months ago. If it's still standing in another year, I'll be surprised. Hopefully we can got out the few family heirlooms left there before the inevitable happens. Keep your pictures safe. Remember the joy more than the pain. And keep yourself the way you were made to be. I truly understand.<br />Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17519828196365770040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-21701763911038209972012-08-21T14:06:05.255-04:002012-08-21T14:06:05.255-04:00I can relate to all but the snow. Being a 13th gen...I can relate to all but the snow. Being a 13th gen. Floridian I did'nt get to see any snow until I went in service. very good storie, well said Thank You.John Solananoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-52275216832009712342012-08-21T13:35:50.482-04:002012-08-21T13:35:50.482-04:00I can relate to how you felt. A couple years ago t...I can relate to how you felt. A couple years ago the old family home that my husband grew up in was torn down. We went to visit the home just before it was destroyed and my husband told me stories of his childhood there. I had to smile, and cry, as I listened his tales of boyish antics and farm life. <br /><br />We went to see the site after the demolition. We were both taken aback to see there was absolutely nothing left to the old homestead except for part of the foundation. Everything else had been buried on site and bulldozed over. It was if the home never existed. It was with that realization that my husband quietly sobbed beneath his breath. It was a very sobering day for us. Cheryl Mitchellnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-18866205390041355942012-08-14T09:24:33.698-04:002012-08-14T09:24:33.698-04:00I hope I can give memories like those to my daught...I hope I can give memories like those to my daughters. As we plunder ouir way to making ourselves our Homestead. I have them from I grew up on commune land(though I was young) I have scent and sound memories). Like the smell of breaking an Orange open outside on a fresh snowcovered day. :) Drisana Petersnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-11972466418970938412012-07-01T15:43:27.415-04:002012-07-01T15:43:27.415-04:00LOVE this story. I have many memories of time spen...LOVE this story. I have many memories of time spent on my grandparents' farm. Love the simple life! I'm building a new blog with some similar ideas ... would love for you to check it out!Laura at Modern Pioneer Momhttp://modernpioneermom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-31780475526769991682012-03-28T23:30:09.012-04:002012-03-28T23:30:09.012-04:00Stories from the heart are ALWAYS the best! Thanks...Stories from the heart are ALWAYS the best! Thanks for sharing. I think I was there with you for a moment!KentuckyOutlawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03119859534711393110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-80232998105355577932012-03-18T09:00:56.844-04:002012-03-18T09:00:56.844-04:00Thanks for sharing this. A multitude of memories c...Thanks for sharing this. A multitude of memories came to mind-my Dad's Homestead which only was a house foundation and sheep fences of stones and a pleasant cove called The Sheep Wash; my Grandmothers where I spent entire summers in Foxboro, I haven't been back as it's over 12 hours away; my childhood home in Peterborough where I was raised birth to 9-visited it when I had 2 of my spaniels there entered in a Dog Show...no one was home...but all the flowers, hedges, blue spruce, stone steps and walkways GONE...but the house still has the original awnings and looked the same...it hurt tho, as I have memories of falling asleep in the hammock above my Mom's wild flower bed, next the blooming hydrageas, with the neighbour's row of chestnut trees and spruce towering overhead...I hear you Jason...Sometimes all we have is memories...BUT AREN'T WE BLESSED TO HAVE THOSE!countrychimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07288137782716841093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-56133696503815891672012-03-17T15:30:08.846-04:002012-03-17T15:30:08.846-04:00'WOW' is right HDA. Words so true. I went ...'WOW' is right HDA. Words so true. I went on such a journey a few yrs ago to my grandparent's old homestead. I heard the new folks were 'fixing it up'. I cried, not at their attempt, but at their failure. All the outbuildings and fruit trees were gone. There was no place for a garden, even the flower and herb beds were cemented over. I cried and drove away. All I can do now is work on my own little piece of Heaven.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-57271463065892990542012-03-16T23:05:15.768-04:002012-03-16T23:05:15.768-04:00Wow, I smiled and cried with you on this journey. ...Wow, I smiled and cried with you on this journey. Just remember, this homestead you are building with your family, will hold the same memories for your children. Oh, there might not be a great barn, or pigs to scratch, but great memories just the same. Hold your head high, and cherish these memories. Our children will all make the same walk one day...and we can only hope we have left them with the same level of comfort you have found there.Heavens Door Acreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12614854227889527035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219962541900430690.post-12266994772134856442012-03-16T21:00:50.903-04:002012-03-16T21:00:50.903-04:00Thank you.Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com