This was my grandparents 'Farm House' us kids used to call it. I grew up in this house until I was 9 years old and I am now almost 22. So for those first 9 years of my life, I would say I lived in a "fixer-upper". My Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles and Mother worked on this house non stop. They even had the house lifted to put in a basement. Now think of that. That is over a hundred year old house and they were able to get it lifted to put in a basement. How cool! It was a great family house. I miss it. Unfortunately a few years later they lost the house to the bank and other reasons so they had no other choice but to move. It saddens me my family doesn't live in this house anymore and it saddens me that my grandma doesn't ever want to talk about it or drive passed it. I miss it. Here and there I'll drive by and think of all the memories and all the big "country" bonfires the family had in the back, and all the adventures us kids took just simply around the quonset and trees. We had a cat cemetery from all the pet cats, a pear tree, and big cornered hill full of my grandmas flowers and a windmill, a giant tree on the east side of the house right next to the drive way with a rock that resembled a bench, a box car which I think is the caboose end of a train, and five acres of pasture behind it. And boy will I not forget the loud crashing sound of the semi trucks driving down N Dixie Hwy. I'll forever remember the "Farm House".