I‘ve been spending a lot of time reminiscing. It has been a difficult time for me. My family has had to say goodbye to my late grandmother’s summer home, habitually known as “The Farm”. It’s not really a farm, but it has been a rustic family retreat, and the central location for family gatherings, for longer than I’ve been on this earth.

 

Farewell to the Farm

 

Farewell to the Farm

 

It was purchased in the 1950s by my grandfather, without consulting my grandmother. He purchased it, and the surrounding 85 acres, as a duck hunting lodge. I don’t think any ducks were hunted there. As soon as my Gran laid eyes on the place, tears started to stream down her face. She. LOVED. it! Before my grandfather knew it, Gran was hanging red and white checked curtains and was sprucing up the place for summer habitation.

 

The Farm

 

Farewell to the Farm

 

At that time, there was no second story on the house, and no room to sleep a family of six. They ended up spending so much time there as a family though, that it was necessary to build a second floor. The Farm has been the location for birthdays and Thanksgivings, activities such as swimming, sailing, canoeing, kayaking, snowmobiling, horseshoeing, hiking on “the trail”, tree house building (Oh, the treehouses!!!), but no duck hunting 🙂 .

 

Farewell to the Farm   Farewell to the Farm

 

Farewell to the Farm   Farewell to the Farm

 

Farewell to the Farm   Farewell to the Farm

 

Farewell to the Farm   Farewell to the Farm

 

My grandfather passed away in the 1960s, but Gran spent 8 months out of the year at the Farm ever since. All winter she would count the days until she could return to her beloved Farm. Gran, who was ALWAYS known as Tiny, so “Tiny Gran” to me, passed away six years ago. The family has been at a crossroads as to what to do about the Farm. It has been a letting go process really. Something had to be done though, because the place needed some habitation and TLC. Gran would NOT want the Farm to just fall to ruin! Unfortunately, either family members already had summer cottages, or lived too far away, or just couldn’t afford the upkeep that the Farm required. So, the Farm has been sold, and I am miserable. Such are the nature of family squabbles and petty jealousies too, that all of the furnishings you see in the photos above were given to the new owners. If one person couldn’t have it….no one could have it. *sigh* The canopy bed shown above has been in the family for generations. That’s an old Singer sewing machine in one of the bottom pictures.

So, the new owner, who lives out west, bought the Farm and a small portion of the property (he may buy the whole 85 acres), and had the intention of tearing down the Farm! Gah! Fortunately, he changed his mind when he saw it in person. Hearing his restoration plans has heartened me considerably. Tiny Gran would be so pleased! What this past week has taught me is that the Farm was NOT the centre of our family gatherings; it was Tiny Gran.

 

Gran Young Woman

 

Gran at Wedding

 

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