our old pump house the white cinderblock on the right. from across hw 51, there used to be a large billboard. the Split Rail bar was quarter mile toward town; never went in there. heard they had cockfighting in the basement.
The tow truck indicated it is from before my folks got the place. And the wrap around porch isn't on the house. this photo is from 196o-1966. maybe from 65-66 when dad and mom bought it for $13,000.3 acres, and in 1967 they planted several thousand pine trees on half of it. disease and drought took many of the pines over the past 50 years, but it was the start of FOREST. Live in this home 19 years, including my first year of college, after dad and mom divorced, and she moved to La. with my younger brother.
A million memories of the highway aspect of our home.
The sound of approaching cars from my bedroom, the pass of headlights.
Going down to get the mail in the box, waiting for the schoolbus in darkness with a lunchpail. Playing with anthills there in the sandstone bounders. Collecting aluminum cans, finding weird things from cars. Hearing wrecks. Not being allowed to ride my bike on the HW.
fun places to play, under those cedars, and climp them up to my bedroom.
the driveway was so fun. it was gravel and full of all kinds of fossils. art department parents would have parties, and cars parked all the way up and down the drive for 100 yards. learning to drive at age 14 in the Datsun 510, learning how to reverse at 15 miles an hour, casual.
running barefoot up and down it, wanna be Jim Thorpe up there in Yale a few miles toward Tulsa.
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one can see the flagstone chimney and edge of a a barbecue pit, here on the back side of the home.
pioneer stone, i'd call it now that i've been a stonemason laborer and used the stuff myself.
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