Home and Missing the Old Family Homestead
I just returned from my yearly visit to Buckhannon, WV with mom and dad. I always love driving them up to see family. We have the best time together sitting in the car for 19 plus hours and literally laugh until we cry. It’s always a wonderful adventure with these two. But once home I miss seeing them every day and miss enjoying the quietness of sitting on my aunt and uncle’s porch listening to birds as they fly by, listening to a turkey or two and watching the deer eat pears and apples from trees planted by my great great aunts and uncles many many years ago. I’m truly a nature girl stuck smack dab in the middle of the burbs.
Since family history is so important to me I thought I would share with you a little bit of mine. The front portion of the center house with the chimney was originally across the street. My great great grandfather Enoch Childers purchased this one room log cabin and moved it up the hill and across the street to the spot it’s sat now for over 100 years. If you look under the wood boards he and his sons later attached to the house, you can see the original wooden logs. His wife Rebekah Hinkle had already passed away so it was just Enoch and his sons and daughters living in the house.
My aunt still has the old wagon Enoch and his kids road on while traveling over Buckhannon Mountain. I’ve driven that mountain and cannot even imagine going over it in the early 1900’s in a wagon. As they established the homestead they added a kitchen, bedroom, smokehouse, wash house, outhouse, rooms for the boys and more. They planted a small orchard of apple, pear, cherry and plum trees, had a garden and built a barn for their livestock. They lead a simple life and were very self sufficient.
You know I couldn’t pass up the chance to take a homestead selfie.
I’m the 5th generation to walk through this door.
I call this Albert’s swing since I have a photo of him sitting in it. I created a mini album for Delight in The Details using family photos taken of the Childers family and it’s my favorite of all mini albums I’ve created. You can see a blog post about this album HERE.
The earliest recollection I have of looking up into this maple tree is around 8 years old. I’ve always loved how the sun shines through the leaves. When a breeze blows through the leaves it’s truly magical.
Watching these evening visitors eat fallen apples and pears was such a treat each evening. The little fawn on the right still had it’s spots and I have no idea how the deer actually ate the pears as they were hard as rocks.
The old homestead will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s filled with so many family memories and fun times. I could photograph this very spot every single day and I’m counting down the days until I get to go back next year.