My fondest memories of my childhood was when my family lived on a small farm. My dad raised a few beef cattle and several acres of tobacco. I faintly remember a few chickens and a hog but they were not around for long. I loved the smell of the musty barn and the things dad would having hanging on the walls everywhere.
My siblings and the neighbors‘s children has so much fun exploring the fields and woods our parents owned. Along with our dogs, cats and horses, especially the horses, even a few peacocks there was a lot of activitity. Of course we had our share of jobs- tobacco required a lot of attention, harvesting from the garden, whatever Mom and Dad felt we needed to do. At that time I am sure I complained but I kind of forgotten that, haha.
These images are not of that farm sadly it went out of my parents hands a very long time ago. Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill, Harrodsburg, Kentucky is where I took these pictures. It brought back some memories for me especially the smells.