Here's what I wrote about "The Old Farm House".
I grew up in an old farm house
owned my the paternal grandfather. It (and the grandparent's house)
were on the land of 240 acres (give or take) which my grandparents
owned.
Typical old farmsteads, there
was a barn, milk house, machine shed, and house. The well was
usually at/near the milk house. Constant cold water from the well
was needed to keep the fresh milk cool. Water was piped underground
to the barn and house.
From
what I remember, there were 4 sections of the house. There were the
2 rooms and hall (closet) in the back, almost fashions as a
“lean-to”. The main (1 ½ story) house was in front of the
bedrooms became the living room. These sections of the house had a
stone foundation.
The
“closet” had access to both of the first floor bedrooms. It was
also a very narrow hall – at
least us kids would use it as such at times. With the dining room
and living room, they make a loop in the house to chase each other.
You
know how children can't avoid running and chasing through a loop of
rooms in a building!
The
dining room and kitchen were on a concrete foundation (from what I
remember) and concrete floor. Two or three different distinct
basement floors. The final addition was made adding a bathroom.
Yes, the house had an outhouse until of age 10 (almost 11)!
In the Winter, we did not
dally – did our business and hurry back into the house. Of course,
us men would make a “short-cut” to urinate just outside out of
the back door during those bitter cold Winter nights. Toilet paper
was a luxury. Mostly we used newspaper. When there was no newsprint
– there was the Sears & Roebuck catalog. Newsprint was
preferred because the catalog paper was not as absorbent. I know it
sounds like a joke, but we used what we had.
This was about the same time
that I start remembering major items. Perhaps it is because of the
changed made during that year.
1958 was a big year. That
year, my little brother (Kenny) got sick and died of leukemia. During
that year, trying to make the house more comfortable for Kenny and
the rest of the family, dad made major changes to the house.
The
old big coal fired furnace was removed and replaces with forced air
propane furnace. Previously, the house was heated with one large
register right on top of the furnace. Once I was old enough it was
my job to bank the fire in the furnace before going to bed. It was
cold in the house until the furnace was stoked and hear radiated
through the house. Many Winter mornings my sister, brother, and I
would get dressed in front of the open oven door.
There was no forced air (other
than possibly a fan) to distribute the heat. My bedroom was in the
upstairs, right under the roof. Finally, I had a heat register in my
room.
With the removal of the old
furnace, the flooring in the dining room was replaced with hardwood
flooring. The other big change was addition of a bathroom in the
house. Before the bathroom addition, we had the outhouse and a
shower in the basement. Shower just attached to the chimney. No
curtain or such --- just the open shower in the basement.
For
the early years of my life, the bedroom off the dining room was mine,
and then one I shared with my sister. Eventually, I needed my own
bedroom. I got the upstairs room (over the dining room). For a
short period, little brother Kenny shared that bedroom with me.
Being right under the roof (the room was more like a finished attic)
the room was cold in the Winter and Hot in the summer.
But
that upstairs room was a social gathering space. Friends and
neighbors visiting gathered in the dining room. Us “kids” went
up to my room. Seems I had lots of interesting items to play with
and entertain our friends. My cousin Don Gillmore tells that I used
to tell ghost stories in my room and the stairs to the room. Lights
were turned off and there was often a flashlight for surreal
lighting. We used to scare the younger cousins.
The room housed my radio gear,
including amateur radio station. One of the kits assembled was a
broadcast band transmitter. We would spend hours broadcasting a
radio “show” to whomever happened to drive near the house.
Favorite was the commentary about “Dot's Marble Cake”. The
“show” was a running joke by Wilfred Meier. His sister and I
were in the same class in high school. As a joke, my mom backed a
marble cake, including actual marbles backed into the cake.
My parents purchase early (if
not the first) TV in the family. It was a B&W 13” RCA table
model. When they traded up to a larger set, the old TV went into my
upstairs bedroom. Another reason the room was social central.
Anyway – with the TV and my radios, I spend many late nights in the
room. Ofter watched the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. My room
was on the other end of the house – so my late night TV/Radio did
not bother the rest of the family. The only problem was the loss of
sleep, which at times I paid for dearly! I still have the TV.
In
the mid 70s, my parents started talking about building a new house to
replace the old farm house. My sister and I were both well
established in our own right. We supported them in the decision.
After all, there were not getting older and should enjoy life. In
the 1976 they moved into their new house, built behind the old house.
The old house was razed. Some of the lumber (4/5th
oak flooring) was sold as salvage. When the old house as torn down,
construction deficiencies in the house came to light. Much of the
house had a layer of newsprint as the only “insulation” in the
exterior walls.
