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Summers on Grandma’s Farm

A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.
A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.


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.

My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.
My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.


North Alabama is further from the Gulf of Mexico than my home town, thereby being a lot less humid, which was nice!

I’m sure the first day back from camp was spent resting up, we would attend church on Sunday, and then the rest of the week was full of wide-open possibilities!

Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.
Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.


Grandma always took us into town, which is Russellville, Alabama, a much bigger town than what we were used to.

She would buy us each a toy at TWL, and we would go to a big grocery store.

Since my parents owned a general store in Jachin, we weren’t used to going grocery shopping, which was great fun! We loved to help pick snacks and sugary cereals that we would consume during the week.

Then we would head back to our grandparents’ farm, and eventually end up playing in their great big gray barn, which was stocked with hay, spider webs, and so much dust.

Our parents would come and get us at the end of the week.  We were always so glad to see them and missed them so much!

We would go back home to our own piece of Alabama, which had an entirely different culture and it’s own rendition of an Alabama farm.

Our south Alabama farm.
Our south Alabama farm.

More about Clinton Street Cottage

Whew! Sometimes it’s nice to sit a moment and enjoy a weekend without running to and fro! The yellow and green Clinton Street Cottage that I talked about on Wednesday is for sale by owner for $165K at a supposed reduced price. (BTW, I don’t know the owner, and I’m not trying to sell it.… Continue Reading

The Green and Yellow House

I think old houses inspire my writing more than anything. Who can resist an aged home that has a history? Babies were born there. Families lived their lives there. And in the old south, loved ones were laid out on their cooling boards in parlors while a mother, daughter, nephew, or friend kept a vigil… 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

100th Post and an Absolutely Stephanie Give-away!!!

Hi All, I’ve been procrastinating on posting because this is my 100th post!!! I procrastinated, because I want the hundredth to be really special. How to celebrate? How to celebrate? So I’ve decided to do an Absolutely Stephanie give-away. I made these cute, little bracelets out of recycled paper a couple of years ago. I… Continue Reading

Southern Fried Yummy

Every night around 5, I try to make things nice when Lefty comes home from work. It’s when we finally all get together to eat dinner. Trust me, it’s not always peace and serenity in the land of clutter, drama, and homework, but it’s what we’re striving for. Last night I made oven-fried drumsticks from… Continue Reading

More Southern Accents

Hi, All! Today I’m publishing more of the pictures that I took on my visit to Southern Accents Architectural Antiques in Cullman, Alabama. I did all I could to try to remove the silly date without altering the integrity of the pictures too much. It’s an amateur mistake. I found an option on my camera… Continue Reading

Help! Dog on the Loose!

Samson got out of the fence this morning. I just got finished putting a bandage on the problem. Well, I hope it is a fix, actually. Samson is our black lab mix that I found going through garbage on one winter morning. I may write about that story, later. We got Snuggles from the pound… Continue Reading