Life is full of surprises.
For instance, taking a walk to mindlessly search for horns led to an interesting discovery behind creaky walls.
A creaky house with one creaky door held shut by a padlock and chain, more for warning then prevention.
Well, this girl is no law-breaker, but the glimpses behind dusty curtains and weathered windows pushed my hand up to unravel the chain and led my curious legs through the doorway, a husband shaking his head and smiling beside her.
Old dog said This is as far as I go. I’ll be out chasing pheasants if you need me.
The large entryway designed for the ranching and farming life greeted us, the first clue telling us little ones ran in and out these doors
Like a ghost from the future we floated over floors once full of life and purpose.
Why they left so much behind is a mystery to me.
But what they did leave spoke of the kind of life they once led.
This was a family of faith…
A family of celebration?
A family who couldn’t have possibly conceived the places technology would take us…
or that we’d be celebrating 90 years of a delightful magazine this year.
The stairs weaved up to rooms where it seems the children stayed, young girl’s dreaming of a ticket out of the Land of Boredom often found in the country life.
The unstable top floor led me back down the stairs quickly, ready to make our leave.
Stepping back outside, I felt thankful for the connection to the past this house gave.
Replacing the chain and lock, we headed back toward the pickup, toward home.
Gotta live to leave a hand print in this world, right?
Seems the old boy knew this all along.