The other day I was concentrating on the changes happening around here.
Today I will show you that some things are still pretty much the same as when I was little…with a few small changes.
This is the farmstead where I grew up…I came here before I was one year old and I left when I got married when I was 18. The big silo was not there back then…there was a silo next to the barn, and that building behind the barn was not there and the hay/straw bales are much larger…we had the little square bales which was a great improvement from loose hay piled onto wagons or in haystacks.
The Smoky Hills Fire/Lookout Tower is still there…the communications tower was not there in earlier days. I climbed to the top of the tower ONLY once and that was under great duress ( My brother and Danny were behind me.) Inside the tower I had a meltdown and bawled my eyes out and said “I am stuck up here forever because I am too scared to go down!” ( I was going to be in BIG trouble too!) I guess the boys finally figured that they were going to be in big trouble with me so they talked me into going down, one in front of me and one behind me…it was one of the scariest moments of my life. I am afraid of heights. I had attempted the climb before but was always the last person up the ladder and once I got to the tree tops I would chicken out and go back down.
The best part of a trip to the Tower was flying down the hill on your bicycle…it truly was like flying.
I have had adventures that my children and grandchildren will never have. I wonder how many of them will retire just two miles from their childhood home?