… it was normal for children to go outside and play with a stick?
I feel very fortunate to have grown up during those times.
I have been scanning some photos from my parents’ old photo albums of the first house I grew up in – our 1771 farmhouse (that’s me in front of it in the photo above), the barns, and the outhouse. The photos are all that remain to remember them by now, as all of the buildings are now gone. I will share more of them in the coming weeks here.
What a lovely photo Stephanie. Someone must have got down low for that one. Such a pity those buildings are no more. That is quite old for the States isn’t it?
Hi Cathy! Yes, that photo is taken from quite a bug’s-eye-view.
Eighteenth century homes are quite old for the States – there are a small number of 17th century homes that remain on the East Coast, but that’s as old as it gets.
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