Time passes quickly

Aug 14, 2011

First, I want to thank every­one who has tak­en over my blog post­ing duties while I’ve been gone. It’s been real­ly nice not hav­ing to wor­ry about blog posts all week and I can­not wait to see what you post about this week.

The pho­tos below are pho­tos of the old Childers home­stead that was estab­lished in 1900 by my great great grand­fa­ther Enoch Childers. He moved to Buck­han­non, WV with his nine chil­dren Daniel, John, Stephen, James, Robert, Min­nie, Albert, Aman­da and Jesse. Toby Childers had sad­ly passed away from an acci­dent in 1893. His wife Rebec­ca Hin­kle Childers died from con­sump­tion in 1894. The main one room log home was rolled over the hill from across the dirt road not far from it’s loca­tion now, using large logs and hors­es. They added a bed­room and kitchen lat­er on as well as sev­er­al sheds for wash­ing clothes, a few for the men to sleep in, a meat house, and one they dried tobac­co in.

My fam­i­ly brought me here for as long as I can remem­ber each sum­mer and it has a very spe­cial place in my heart. I love all the fam­i­ly his­to­ry my cousins have found about the Childers fam­i­ly, as well as all the mem­o­ries I have from spend­ing long days hav­ing pic­nics with all my aunts, uncles and cousins. I still recall my grand­fa­ther sit­ting on the porch next to me read­ing an old ledger. I was so amazed at how cheap every­thing could be pur­chased. And I remem­ber my grand­moth­er cook­ing us all lunch on the old wood stove. I sat in the hot kitchen chat­ting with her and thought I was going to sweat to death as it was so hot. But Gram­my was hav­ing so much fun cook­ing on it as she want­ed us kids to eat a meal from that old stove. I must say it was incred­i­ble food and I have nev­er had bis­cuits like what she made ever again.

All 111 years has tak­en it’s toll on the build­ings but  in my eyes it is still a peace­ful and intrigu­ing place.

These are the orig­i­nal cor­ner pieces still hold­ing up the barn today. Each piece of tim­ber was hand cut. They kept cows and hors­es inside. Now it stores the orig­i­nal wag­on Enoch and his kids rode on to cross over Buck­han­non Moun­tain to get to this land.

This is their old hay rake that was pulled by hors­es in the field that now has my aunt and uncles home on.

This build­ing was the smoke house and where they cured, I’m sure quite a few hams. Just behind that huge pine tree was their water well. It was just out­side the kitchen door and had the cold­est water.


This is the old door that leads into the kitchen. Oh how many times my broth­er and I walked through that door. I can still hear the noise of the screen door slam­ming.

I have pho­tos of Enoch and Jess sit­ting on or stand­ing near this very same swing. I think every sin­gle one of us have sat on this swing. I can remem­ber sit­ting on it and look­ing out at all the fam­i­ly mem­bers sit­ting on lawn chairs and blan­kets laugh­ing and enjoy­ing the day.

The chim­ney on the house is the orig­i­nal chim­ney. We are all amazed that it is still stand­ing. The small win­dow is the kitchen win­dow. I can still see Gram­my stand­ing in front of it. The win­dow to the left was the bed­room where Min­nie and Aman­da slept. They were the only two girls out of ten kids.

You can see Queen Ann’s Lace all over the fields and sides of the roads. I think this is one of the pret­ti­est wild­flow­ers.

My aunt and uncle always have a gar­den. This year their corn is taller than me by a good foot.

And walk­ing down the road you will always find wild sweet peas grow­ing up the fence posts. So there is just a lit­tle bit of my fam­i­ly his­to­ry (click on the names of each per­son in this post if you wish to know more about them) and why I love it so much here. I hope to always be able to vis­it this place for as long as I live.

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