Images of Home – from another time

Johnston Farm house

Have you ever had the chance to tour an old farm house like this one?  To hear someone tell of what life was like in the early 1800’s and see how the home reflected the life style of those living there?  

I was interested in the small details I saw in each room.  And it made me think of the small details in my own home today, of what is similar to a home that existed 200 years ago.


There were children’s playthings in one room.  Evidence that a family once inhabited the place.  You’ll find children’s playthings in my home, too, in a container that is brought out when children arrive.   

I love getting to pick up toys again.  Never thought I’d say that 30 years ago.

table setting

There were dishes on the table, waiting to be filled.  

We eat out a lot, so you won’t always find dishes at my table.  But when I cook I do like to set out the dishes and make a special setting for a meal.


Handmade furnishings are everywhere in this old mansion, items that to me are works of art.  I don’t know if the creator of this bed spread would have considered this art, but the details and craftsmanship certainly make it so in my mind.

In my home there are hand made bed covers, too.  And art hanging on the walls, meaningful objects that say “this is where we live.”  

child's hat

A child’s hat laying on the bed. It tells a story to me of a young one coming in the house after chores or after play.  There is something welcoming about having that place to put your hat.  

Near my back door is such a place.  Hang your coat here and leave your hat.  Come in and have tea.

vase and flowers

Little touches that add color and softness.  A bit of fragrance.  A handmade item.

This is the good kind of clutter that softens and gives a place a feeling of home.  We have that in the form of books laying everywhere, an occasional stuffed animal, real violets growing in pots, and cat toys on the floor.   

Light in the windo


And there is the light that streams through the windows, the light of the candles when the night falls.  Always the light that overcomes the darkness.

When we look for a new home, I always look at how the light is, how it comes in, how it fills the rooms. 

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These images were all taken at the Johnston Farm and Indian Agency near Piqua,Ohio. Click on the link to learn more about this interesting place.  There will be more images in the following week from this farm.
Over the next several weeks, as we prepare to move, I’m looking at “Home” and what it means to me, how it looks and feels, and how we make a place our home.  Please join me in the conversation and share your thoughts about what Home means to you.

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Everyone has a Camera

Everyone has a camera

Last week we were away on vacation, visiting family in Illinois and taking in some Lincoln history.  We visited this museum, which is worth your time if you are in Springfield, IL. 

My April poetry writing went down the tubes that week unfortunately.  I had my journal with me, and intended to write every day.  However, I know that when my normal routine of rest is changed my writing seems to suffer…in other words it doesn’t happen.  My goal is to get back to that habit this week.

The Camera and I did enjoy ourselves, I must say.  At the museum I witnessed this iconic moment of people posing and getting their photo taken with the life-like statues of the Lincoln family.  It struck me that everyone has some kind of camera these days, not that I did not already know that, but this scene just brought it home.  

Mary Lincoln's hat

Seeing the life sized statues of this family, being able to stand right there and “see” them, helped me understand that this was a family of normal people.  

I loved the detail on her bonnet, simple and elegant.  Did she choose the bonnet because of the trim or because of the color….

And how tall President Lincoln was…how he towered over all of them…how those eyes just look right into you.

The museum shows in so many ways just how hectic, how tragic that time in our nation’s history really was.  

Lincoln family

In this last image you get the sense of what I saw, but you also see another figure lurking over to the left in the background.  That’s Boothe, the president’s assassin. 

I’m grateful for places like this that preserve history, that show us a bit of what life was like, what the struggles were, and how events changed the course of history.  

What have we learned?  How have we changed?





Haven’t we learned?

Sunday afternoon we ventured out to the town of Ft. Jennings, Ohio, where a bicentennial celebration was taking place.  One of the battles in the War of 1812 was fought there and this community holds an annual event with a reenactment to commemorate the occasion.

I was reminded of how differently wars were fought two hundred years ago.  The image that stays in my mind is this one ….because family members followed their soldiers to the battle.  Here is a young family with a little child, and though they are acting they are also right at the edge of the battle field, acting much the same as families would have then.

To be honest, I am not fond of reenactments. I do appreciate the freedom of being a U.S. citizen, and I know many people have died to help preserve that freedom.  History teaches us so many important lessons.  But I really don’t want to hear the gun fire, or see people pretend to kill each other.  

Haven’t we learned?

To view the entire set of images from that event, click here.