Comments on: Farm House – The Story

By: Roxanne

Roxanne — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:22:43 +0000

That poem made me cry. . .the one about the house–although Cousin Jim is handy with words too. Loved the back story on the house.

By: Steffj89

Steffj89 — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 17:09:04 +0000

I think maybe the Tank thing just hung on in Texas longer than other parts of the region maybe? My husband is from Louisiana and he was the one who explained them to me sometime around when we got married…i love that you found out the back story on the house.

steff

By: Jerriann

Jerriann — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 16:06:11 +0000

Hi, it’s me again. You inspired me with your original post on this house so I signed off and grabbed my camera and my honey and away we went.

I do not know the original story behind my house but I am asking around to see if I can find out. Also, I think I could post just a few more pictures of it. Stop by sometime, and leave me a comment if you have a mind to, that is. (That ought to be some Texan talk for you there). As Mam-maw would say, “sure-’nough.

Anyway just wanted to say thank you for the inspiration.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:41:22 +0000

I love the history and the tank part as well…sad but comical somehow…

By: ChristyCate

ChristyCate — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 04:21:29 +0000

OK, AM… I totally empathize on the whole tank/pond issue. I am a Tennessee girl who transplanted by the plan of God to Texas. I will never forget a new co-worker inviting several of us over to see her newly built house. We had appropriately oohhed and aahhhed over every tiny detail when she nonchalantly waved toward the back of the house and said, “We put a tank out back too.”

My response (in utter and wide-eyed amazement): REALLY!!!! Why?!

(I know that I had moved to a military town, but come on, she had to be kidding?!)

Her response: Oh, we thought the boys would really enjoy it.

I spent the rest of the time surreptitiously glancing out the back windows trying to spot the tank.

Finally, someone asked me what was so breath-taking out back, and I sheepishly admitted that I, a little Tennessee girl, had never seen a tank and would truly like a glimpse.

Cue the looks of shock and horror that I had NEVER SEEN a tank?!!! What bubble had I lived in?

We all trekked out back for that sacred moment. Everyone looked at me expectantly when we were in view of the water…. I looked at everyone in confusion and confessed that maybe I needed new contacts.

Thus began my love of Texans and my “bless their hearts” moments.

By: k&c's mom

k&c's mom — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 02:05:04 +0000

Your two stories remind me of “The Trip to Bountiful”. We have some Loonies in Austin that are lawyers…wonder if they wandered in from Tuna. You mean everyone doesn’t know what a TANK is? I learn so much from you!

By: apathy lounge

apathy lounge — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:53:58 +0000

If those walls could talk….

By: Julie at Elisharose

Julie at Elisharose — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:11:32 +0000

How funny. I guess I’m so Texan that I didn’t realize “tank” wasn’t a universal term. : )

By: Kerrie

Kerrie — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 00:17:40 +0000

Personally, I love old barns and structures. Living out in the west (Arizona) there are ghost towns everywhere. It makes you realize and appreciate that everything has life stages. Plants, animals, homes, cities, countries, you get the picture.

I just found the fact that there is a Podunk somewhere out there funny. I always said I grew up in Podunk, Colorado – because we were literally out in the middle of nowhere. Who know a Podunk actually existed?

Know what would be great? Reclaim that wood for a renovation – green design at its best.

By: Lucy

Lucy — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 23:31:03 +0000

I’d love to see pictures of the inside. Any chance? I just love old houses and the stories those walls could tell. Fascinating.