This is my house. I moved in here in 2014. I love this place! The big barn is gone, as well as all of the trees. :( I started planting new trees .

This was my grandma & grandpa Anderson’s farm. They lived there for several generations. My grandma’s dad built the house for his wife. I grew up going there. Fishing in the pond, riding the tractor with my grandpa. I played with the kids who lived next door. I have other pictures of my mom growing up there. Am willing to share them, if interested. So many memories and such good times. Would love to talk to current owner.

Hi Lonna G, thank you for sharing your wonderful memories of your grandparents' farm on our site! It sounds like you had such a special connection to the place. We would love to hear more about your experiences. Can you tell us what kind of farming your grandparents did on the property? And if you remember, have there been any significant changes in the area since the photo was taken in 1976?

My grandparents had a small dairy farm. I remember them hand milking the cows, pouring the buckets of milk into milk cans & storing them in the "milk house" in a cement trough with cold water running into it. The cans of milk would later be picked up by a milk distributor. My grandfather grew corn & soybeans. My grandma always had chickens, so sold fresh eggs. I helped her gather the eggs, clean, weigh & put them into egg cartons, according to their size/weight. As for changes, as AngelaK54 said above, the trees are gone, the barn is gone, so is the orchard, chicken coop/yard, garden, and fences. The barn was torn down around 1987, after a big storm blew in one side of the barn. It was going to cost too much to repair & the barn was no longer being used, so my grandma made the tough decision to have it torn down. It was a very sad occasion. My grandma gave my sister & I a wooden peg/nail from the large timbers that made up the frame of the barn. I still have mine. I believe in the 70's, my grandparents had a young white buck show up in their field. It decided to live among the cattle. He became rather tame & the newspaper took a picture of Mrs. Winkleman (who lived across the road) feeding him corn, out of her hand. I have some old pictures that I could share, if interested. My family lived on the next property down the road. There was a quarry behind the house. I have not found areal pictures of it, yet.