The Old Homeplace

This is a pic of my father's homeplace. My sister now lives on the hill from which this view was taken, and she owns the old house - what's left of it. Some of my earliest memories revolve around it. In particular, I remember Sissy going to the spring-house to get the peanut butter so that I could have a sandwich. I remember that she was NOT crazy about going there - snakes, you know. I went along with her and remember thinking how odd that stuff like that was kept so far from the house and kitchen!