First off, let me set the scene with a photo of the farmland. This photo was after the raising of livestock. The lower building is the cottage house. My parents had built it in the hopes my great-grandmother would come live with us back in the early 90's. She decided to stay in her long-time home in Long Island, New York. During my childhood, the land was pasture where the cottage sits, with barbed wire and an electric fence running along the edge of property up to the building on the far left, which is the separate garage. The back building, of course, is the barn. My parents still own and live on the property.
This is a photo of the isolated valley I lived in. It was taken from the second story window of the house. Those lines at the bottom are reflections of light on the glass.
The top photo shows more of the farmland. The bottom photo shows one of our large trees downed by a summer windstorm. It shows only half of the tree with my very tall sister standing in front just to show the width of the tree (my sister is 5'11).
Of course living on a farm meant raising livestock. Here were our pigs ready for their photo op right after wallowing in their mud pit.
Our regular pets: one of the many feral farm cats that adopted the humans on the farm and my sister's rabbit. Yes, he was that big, even with his fur trimmed back. This bunny could eat Pomeranian dogs for breakfast.
A photo collection couldn't be complete without showing the electric fence box. Oh, we kids had shocking fun playing tricks on each other with this.
Here is a winter photo of the back of the property past the barn. It has always been disputed whether our family owned the land beyond the trees or not. In the end, all the property owners just decided to share it between them.
And here's a bit of something from my school days. I don't know how I came upon these, but I was rewarded with these certificates while attending James H. Metzgar Elementary School - if you can read my name, the school's name, and the dates past the fuzziness. The last photos are of myself as a child: winning a basketball trophy, asleep in front of the fireplace, wrestling with my older brother, and in a red dress.
Thanks for spending some time with me during this brief repast! I'll be back with the final Jack and the Beanstalk story.