We are lucky enough that the farm my Dad grew up on, starting in the late 1930's, is still in the family--now owned by my cousin.
The original barn is now a very popular gathering spot-especially for summer time get togethers. It is definitely the place to be, and many many parties have taken place here. I remember being so excited when I was little and heard we were going to a "party at the barn!"
Dad, my brother Steve, and cousin Bob.This is a good reminder of the good old days, although this one is inside the barn. You can just see Gracie peeking out of the door at the bottom left of the picture.
Dad, my brother Steve, and cousin Bob.This is a good reminder of the good old days, although this one is inside the barn. You can just see Gracie peeking out of the door at the bottom left of the picture.
Here is myself and 8 of the kids--peeking out the big barn window.
Great photo, Dad!
This party came to be because Aunt Carol is up visiting from Florida--so of course, a party was necessary!
My cousin Lee's beautifully restored car.
Will the magic of photoshop-I send the boys
back in time.
Kim and Amy
Grandpa
Sean, Stephanie and Steve
Aunt Pat and Uncle Lee
Mark, playing darts in the "bar room" section of the barn.
Luke learned the skill of ladderball
from big brother Dan.
These are super rocket launchers--we need to get these!
Daddy tried a little lacrosse even though he doesn't have a smidge of Native American in his blood like the rest of us.
The crowd was a little too large for the cars to be driven full throttle, so mysteriously the batteries disappeared out of them.
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Now that is my kind of day! Thanks so much for sharing. :0)
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