My grandparents lived on a 80+ acre ranch about 10 miles north of where I grew up. When my grandpa passed away seven years ago, my brother gutted the two bedroom farmhouse, built an addition, and turned it into a three bedroom, three car garage, open floor-plan, modern home. It is beautiful. And so is the farm.
My grandparents farm was a very special place to our whole extended family. Many fourth of July celebrations were held there when I was growing up - and more than once someone accidentally set the pasture on fire, but it was quickly doused, so no harm done. Aunts and uncles and cousins would come up and go fishing at the pond. I went for a midnight picnic on the pontoon boat after my junior prom. My cousin got married in the yard with the cows mooing in the background. Our family went to the farm every Sunday when I was a kid for a big Sunday dinner with my grandparents. My grandma usually made roast and noodles or fried chicken. We never tired of either.
We all wanted to continue to enjoy the farm, the space, the fresh air, the beautiful vistas, but we didn't want to infringe on my brother and his family. So I got the idea to turn this free-standing garage/workshop into a guest house.
So when we gutted the house we saved all kinds of things for the guest house - furniture, lamps, switch plates, pictures, pots and pans, linens, cabinets, the bathtub and even the cobalt blue kitchen sink. This weekend, we finally began the guest house process. We went through all the stuff in storage and decided what to keep and what needed to be recycled/donated/taken to the dump. It was a daunting task. The pack rats had been in there. It wasn't a pretty sight.
But within a few hours, much progress had been made. My cousin loaded up as much stuff as would fit in the back of her car to take home and store in her basement. Luckily, the pack rats didn't get into the sheets and towels, so she'll wash those and stick them in a rubbermaid until time to make the beds. The sheets at my grandma's were those wonderful old soft things that you can only find on a lucky day at a thrift store. We've got two boxes of them.
And to top it all off, a Sunday dinner of roast and noodles was prepared by my sister-in-law and was enjoyed by all.
Many more weekends will be spent here over the coming months, and much hard work lies ahead of us, but I am so excited that this is finally coming together and that my children will have a chance to experience and enjoy the place that I love. Now if we can just get a horse.
Happy Tuesday, friends.