Thursday, July 10, 2008


Sometimes I feel certain that I have fallen off of the path which I was intended to travel. I am positive that my life holds more purpose than shuffling kids to swimming lessons, serving three meals a day, and trying to keep the house and the kids respectably clean.

It seems that my college friends are all on a better track. They have bigger houses, prestigious careers, and - well - style.

I, on the other hand, am not a showpiece, and neither is my house.

But whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I don't have to look very far to find a reminder of someone who had a much more difficult life than I have.

In this case, I have to look no further than our chicken condo. It was once a humble home. It lacked air conditioning, plumbing, electricity, and space.

But it had carefully pieced wallpaper.

When I see the deterioration of the decorative paper, it makes me a little bit sad. Someone went to a lot of trouble to match up those seams.

She probably did it with little people underfoot and supper on the cookstove. When she was finished with the project, it probably elicited more reaction than any episode of "Extreme Makeover Home Edition."

Whoever lived here did laundry on a washboard and grew her own produce. And she had very little privacy. I'm thankful for my blessings. Especially indoor plumbing.


farmnwife said...

I would think that place would be better than the sod houses of the pioneers.

Anonymous said...

What a lovely little chicken house. We took the broder house and turned it into the kid's playhouse when they were little. I put up wallpaper, curtains, etc.

Today the playhouse is the chicken house.

Life is full circle sometimes.

On another note, we just found out that Foster Farms (Chickens) is signing contracts for corn for $12.50 a hundred. In 41 years of marriage we have NEVER seen corn this high.

Linda Gay

Dawn said...

Especially plumbing... and especially the plumbing in the laundry room!

I always feel that way when I see old, run-down and abandoned homes. It never fails to make me say outloud, "That was someone's brand new home one day. I know how it feels to move into a new house. Someone once felt that way about THAT house." Often makes me wish a house could talk, you know?


Jenny said...

We are spoiled indeed. I'm jealous of your chicken house, though. The one we used to have was nothing more than a party house for rattlesnakes. We tore it down.

Farm Fresh Jessica said...

It's all a matter of perspective isn't it?

Anonymous said...

Makes one reflect, doesn't it. Can you even begin to imagine how pleased she was when she got through with the wallpaper...she had to be pleased. Yes, I agree we are spoiled.

Dee from Tennessee

Stacy said...

Hi! I just found your blog and wanted to comment. I can relate to what you said about feeling out of touch and not meeting standards society has set. I grew up on a farm and always wanted to move to the city- until I did! I go and visit my parents who still live in the country and I miss it terribly. I guess the grass isnt greener... :)

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