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Heritage and History...
Remember that house I spent half the summer painting? Here are some of the pictures I took of it before we started painting. It's a typical American farmhouse, built by my great-grandfather at some point between 1926 and 1932, with an addition in the late '50s or early '60s (obvious in the pics--my dad remembers visiting when the house was only a living room, a kitchen, 2 bedrooms, and a path to the outhouse. the new addition added a plumbed bathroom, an extra bedroom, and a utility room). Two of my grandmother's three siblings were born in this house. The ceilings inside are not even 7 feet high--my great-grandfather was barely 5 foot 6. The doorways are also very narrow. I remember the house being surrounded by pear trees when I was small, but after my great-grandmother's death in 1997 the house went to my great-uncle, who removed most of the trees on the property, except for the biggest fig tree I have ever seen, which is behind the old chicken house (but unfortunately not very visible since these pics were taken early in the year while it was still without leaves). The field there used to be actually used for farming, but that was decades ago. The even older unpainted house is across the road (the paved bit in the foreground is actually the driveway of the white house). It has a dog-run and a (now rusty) tin roof, and was the house my great-grandfather grew up in--his father died while he was still a baby, and his stepfather's surname was Jones.

I have more pics of the house and property (though oddly none of the pics of the front of the house came out), and pics of the covers of some really old magazines we found in the back bedroom... Hmm, I'm kinda feeling like white trash now...
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raditzsex From: raditzsex Date: Saturday 20th September 2003 00.08 (UTC) (Link)
The front of the house is haunted!
From: maidofuriel Date: Saturday 20th September 2003 08.23 (UTC) (Link)

The house will die in seven days!

Okay... Maybe I'm the only one who thought that was humorous...
heyjana From: heyjana Date: Saturday 20th September 2003 02.32 (UTC) (Link)


I'd sure like to know how that is white trash.
Here I was thinking how great (not to mention rare) it is to see someone your age taking an interest in something that is a part of your family's history. Your own sweat mingling with the sweat of your great grandfather, who busted his ass during a historically difficult time in America, to make more of a home for his family. Just after that same time frame (1926-1933), in 1937, my grandmother knew a man who sold his house for about two dollars and fifty cents, just to feed his family. You should be proud that your great-grandfather's hard work is still standing.
I'm not trying to attack you or anything, it's just that that rings a familiar tone to my own family's history, and we are certainly not white trash, and neither are you. Perhaps you used that term term for lack of better words?
valamelmeo From: valamelmeo Date: Saturday 20th September 2003 13.04 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Jiggawhitewhat?

Well, I'm pretty sure what I meant is that it's not exactly fashionable to admit to the world at large that I'm a first-generation city-dweller whose family's claim to the middle-class is shaky at best, mainly due to being outside of mainstream society--most of my dad's family are still farmers or cattle ranchers.

This house... well, it's amazingly cool. Not only that it's still standing, but that it's still livable, that most of the land that belonged to my great-grandfather still belongs to our family. I don't actually remember my great-grandfather, since he died of cancer about 7 years before I was born, but my great-grandmother was still socially active in the community when I was a child, and even though it's been 6 years since she died, and about 8 years since she had to quit running around, lots of people in the community still remember me as "Ruby's little one"...

I suppose one reason I'm so interested in the house is because she and I were so close. Another reason is that it'll be mine someday, since I'm the oldest child of the oldest child (times have changed since my great-grandfather left it to his only remaining son, who was the third out of four children). And I'm really enjoying fixing it up for my grandparents. Despite its distance from civilization, it's a nice place to live.