Come with me and I’ll take you for a little trip down on the farm, the Ross Farm Museum that is.
Not far from where I live is the Ross Farm Museum. I love going there. Strange, but I feel as though I’m going home whenever I visit. It’s that step back I time, I think, that feels so comfortable for me. I’m also inclined to think I write historical fiction for that very reason. It feels good and comfortable. I can easily imagine living in that time and place.
I thought I’d share some of the photos I took a few weeks back. There is lots to see and do every day. I wish we had more time that day because you could spend hours there and probably still not see everything.
I close my eyes and imagine the wagon heaped up high with hay.
Lots of wood for the winter. There really is nothing like wood heat when the wild wintery wind is blowing.
A peek inside the farmhouse. I’m not sure that bed is very comfy, but no one ever said life back then was easy. No luxuries to be found, at least not what we would consider luxuries.
So there you have it, a little step back in time. There is plenty to be learned from those who came before us. I appreciate that not everyone finds history as fascinating as I do. In fact, I’ve heard many people say they really could care less. That makes me a little sad because one day we’ll be a part of the past and everyone, no matter who they are, deserves to be remembered in some way. We can’t all go down in history for the remarkable things we’ve done, but that doesn’t make our lives any less important.
Past or present, which do you prefer?