Before I go into this old house I need to tell you the back and forth saga of my Haiti bound soldier son. Not. They left, went as far as Florida, waited all day, loaded back on the plane and headed back to base. So, he's still in the states.............YEAH.............umm, I'm just sayin. Anyway, he says they will probably still go, but he doesn't know when, he doesn't know why they turned around. He says they don't tell him these things. *shrug* okay - fine I can live with that, whatever.
All righty then.
This is an old homestead of a family we lease land from. The man we lease from grew up in this house.
I love the metal siding, I have never seen this style before.
My dad tells the story of the house he grew up in. On winter mornings there would be frost in his room and how at night he could lay in bed and see the stars outside. Burr, that would be some cold nights and mornings. I bet they didn't take long getting dressed.