Nobody lives in the farmhouse anymore, though the land is still in use. When we go there, at first we all see a run down old farm house. The yard is overgrown, there is no sign that anybody has lived there in many many years. However, just give it a moment and my dad will take us all back in time. He tells stories about his childhood, his parents, his sisters and suddenly the whole place is alive again. I can see the places and stories from my father's memory and I can sense his deep connection to his past and to the land.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I have moved so many times in my life that I am losing count. I know that I have moved more than 20 times. I also know that I am not done moving. No, I really don't have a wanderlust, life has just been somewhat nomadic for me. Since I have never really had a long term place that I call home I have just decided that the state of Montana is home for me. I blame it mostly on my father. He spent his entire life on a farm (below) in northern Montana. I spent my babyhood on this same farm, but moved away when I was still very young. Throughout my life we take periodic trips to this farm to see how things are growing.