4th of July weekend

We had lovely weather for the holiday weekend.  It was sounding iffy at best but we only had one thunder storm and that didn’t last long.

It was wonderful growing up in the country, much more rural then where I live now.  We had two little stores and a post office, a small school for grades kindergarten through eight and a town hall.  We were always busy as kids playing outside, riding our horses, going to the lake and building stuff in the woods.

On July 4th there was always a big celebration and parade. This has been going on for years, I was just a child when I first remember going to it.  It has grown over the years and now people come from the surrounding communities.  It’s not fancy, city folks would probably snicker a bit but it’s a fun day and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I think of Cliff when the tractors go by, I’m sure he would know the name of each one, right Donna?

Antique cars

A few horses.

The town fire truck and many, many more things to watch.

Our old family homestead is still standing and it always brings back so many memories to see it.  I don’t like the modern door that they have put in, I remember the big old heavy door with the big key to lock and unlock it.

The barn is just about falling in.  It makes me sad as I remember the hundreds and hundreds of happy hours we spent in the barn playing and tending to the horses.

The side porch used to be open and we had a big wooden double swing that we loved.  We could really get that thing going.  My room was the second floor one with the bay window.  There were hardwood floors in the living room that my mother would clean on her hands and knees and polish with a paste kind of polish.  The living room was right under my room and also had the bay windows.  I remember how the sheer curtains would flutter in the breeze in there in the summer time.  Probably where I got my love of sheer curtains.  :o)

Of course anytime we go to Burlington we have to go see my uncles cattle.  They are so cute and they come running when he yells to them.

This is Chucky, he is eight days old.  What a cutie!!  There was one three days old but she stayed out of sight.  :o(

To think they grow up to look like this!  I need to cut their bangs!

More to come but duty calls.  Why is there always so much laundry after a long weekend????