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Rural Tennessee Farms and Roads

Rural Tennessee is one of the prettiest areas in the south and reminds me of Papa M’s farm, which lies about an hour south of the Tennessee/Alabama state line. It has a completely different feel than where I grew up in south Alabama. The color of the hay fields looks different, the sky and trees look different. Even the farmhouses and barns are different. (Did we even have farmhouses in south Alabama?) Whereas I grew up closer to the coast, north Alabama and south Tennessee have an Appalachian feel with rocky creeks rather than the sandy banks of home.

Photo of Tenneessee 2-story farm house as seen from road
Tennessee Farmhouse


So, when I took a little roadtrip to Ardmore, Tennessee a couple of Saturdays ago, I snapped some photos that reminded me of summers at Grandma and Papa M’s north Alabama farm.

Country roads in rural Tennessee
Old, country Tennessee road.


I enjoy driving on the old country roads in rural Tennessee. As you can see by the yellow warning sign, this road is one of those that wind up the sides of mountain foothills. You can pass hay fields one minute, and then find yourself driving under a tunnel of trees the next minute.

Tennessee farm hay field
Tennessee hay field.


It seems as though most farmers elect to use the big rolls of hay rather than the rectangle bales like my dad used to produce. Even Dad was using the big round bales later on for our cows and horses. They were great fun to play on, which was allowed as long as we were careful and didn’t mess up the bale too much. On our farm, we could climb the bales and run along the rows of them. At Thanksgiving, we hid among the bales and played epic hide-and-go-seek games with our cousins.

Papa M’s barn is a little bigger than this but is the same style and color.

 

rural Tennessee barn, stylized with Photoshop
Stylized barn, Photoshop Elements.



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A Tribute to Mr. CQ & Mrs. Jo

When you go, do you think anyone will remember you? If so, how do you want to be remembered? Sometimes, it’s not until someone dies that you think about what a Wonderful Life that person had. At least, that’s how it seems to me. Weekend before last, I attended “Mrs. Jo’s” funeral. I think she’d… Continue Reading

Back to Jachin

  I grew up in a little community in rural south Alabama. This past weekend, I went back through what initially was called Williams Crossroads, Alabama and then later changed Jachin, named after one of the pillars of King Solomon’s temple (1 Kings 7:15). My Papa built a general store at the crossroads and sold… Continue Reading

Summers on Grandma’s Farm

  When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, my parents would take my brother and I up to north Alabama to attend Maywood Christian Camp for a week, and then my dad’s parents would pick us up and take us to their farm for another week.   North Alabama is further from… Continue Reading

Spring Break Ideas and Linkies!

We’ve made it to Spring Break! The world is open to sleeping late and endless possibilities for hanging out with Princess Buttercup, her friends, and her friend’s moms. Here are some ideas for stuff to do during Spring Break: 1. Host a game day party. Get some pals together and pull out “Apples to Apples,”… Continue Reading

Cookie Crunch

Anybody want to buy some Girl Scout cookies? We’ve got a ton of cookies left and the demand has trickled to a stop. About a month ago, we got a case of those buttery, sweet delicacies. The scent of cardboard and chocolate filled our car’s interior, and our mouths begged for a taste. After dinner,… Continue Reading

Oh Christmas Tree!

When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, one of our favorite Christmas traditions was to go fetch our Christmas tree. Mom, Dave, whatever dog we had at the time, and I would bundle up in our winter coats, our “Bama” toboggans, and mittens and meet Dad around the corner of the house… Continue Reading

Hunting with a Coke, Popcorn, and a Good Book

When I was a girl growing up in rural south Alabama, hunting was a very big deal. With the acres upon acres of woodland and plentiful creeks, Choctaw County was (and still is) a hunter’s paradise. Deer hunting was a favorite hobby for the men and boys where I lived, and my brother David was… Continue Reading