Recently a man came to help Rich level the floor in the basement. That involved breaking up the old floor and carting out the concrete before the new cement could be poured. In the process, some of the dirt under the floor was also taken out. When I saw the pile of dirt, I thought to myself, "that's 100 year old dirt."
It probably isn't, since the concrete floor wouldn't have been poured one hundred years ago, but the house is that old, celebrating its centennial this year! The thought brings to mind some others concerning old things.
When we moved here, Esther and Josh were sure that there must be buried treasure somewhere in the house. They were always on the lookout for the hidden treasure whenever a wall or floor was opened up for repair. Although nothing that wonderful ever appeared, when the cistern was cleared of debris, several interesting old bottles were found, including glass milk and cream jars from the days when milk was delivered to the home.
I always enjoyed reading pioneer stories when I was a child. Much of my pretend play centered around pioneer stories. While exploring the pastures around my home, on the lookout for old pioneer artifacts, I discovered an Indian arrowhead.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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fun stories! :)
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