Gee whizz! I wish my decorating looked so good! I love your old tool cabinet, and the trunk (I have one like it) Your little farmhouse is darling! 🙂

I grew up in the heart of San Diego, Calif.
Standing on my front porch one day, holding our son,
I longed to raise him somewhere in the mountains.
Later moving to Phoenix Arizona, once again all I dreamed
about was a place far away from crime, drive by shootings,
and city life.
One day we sold our home, packed our bags, and had $1,300 in cash, I thought I was rich.
We headed for the mountains of Montana, no home, no job,
we had never even seen Montana, but we lived our dream
there for 12 yrs, buying a 100 yr. old farmhouse, chickens,
ducks, geese, goats too, and homeschooling our two kids.
Now, the Ozarks are our home, and once again, we are living
a dream, in different mountains, but still with hopes
of a bright future.
Never give up your dreams, only you can make them come true
and live joyfully!
Diana Henretty, Noel, Mo.

My story is all about my roots. I was born in Big Spring Texas and although I don’t leave in Big Spring I wouldn’t live anywhere else but Texas. Most of my family lives in Texas and we all have such a closeness that I couldn’t live too far from them for too long and think that it was home. Don’t get me wrong I have tried other places. When I was a child my family moved from West Texas to Anchorage Alaska and lived in Alaska for 5 years. It was wonderful we traveled up above the Arctic Circle lived on a prairie where one time the heard of buffalo up the road got out and came to eat our prairie grasses. We were even in an earthquake trimmer that shook the 3-story house full of girls; it was my sisters’ sleepover. We even came back home for a visit via Hawaii. It was a week of welcome relief from the cold weather, but nothing like Texas. When we did decide to move back we traveled by car to see the sites of the lower 48 and it was a site to see. My mom drove our station wagon and we camped out along the way. As a kid, youngest of 3 girls, I had a ball. When we got to Texas we lived with my grandparents for a short time on their ranch. I remember my grandfather giving me a pony that my uncle had and the first time that my sister and I road it I kicked it in the flanks and my mother, that was trying to take a picture of us, couldn’t because she was laughing at me yelling “it’s an earthquake, it’s an earthquake. The pony was jumping each time that I was gigging him in the flanks. Our big family outings back then were the Big Spring Junior Rodeo’s. We would all load up in the car and go out on a Friday night and watch the Rodeo. I could see my great aunts across the arena because of their Texas size hair that was jet black. During the intermission we would walk over and talk to them. My sisters were old enough to participate in the younger “kid events” that they would have at the Rodeo. My uncle even arranged for all of us, my cousins included, to ride in the parade and grand entry. I as in heaven, up until then I was not old, or big enough to participate in the Rodeo, it was a blast. We moved to Midland and at the end of my 6th grade year in school my mother bought a used motor home and took our family on a wonderful summer trip up and down the eastern coast of the United States. We visited all the battle fields, went up in the statue of Liberty’s crown, visited a grist mill and lastly went to Disney World, but we all looked forward to going home to Texas. After I graduated high school I went to college, in Texas. By this time my sisters have married two good old country boys and are living out among the cotton fields of West Texas, my grandparents have sold their farm and ranch, live in town and go into business with my great uncle. I had the opportunity to go and study abroad in Italy my first summer of college. I was so excited to go and experience another culture, beside Texan, that I stayed all summer. I even went back 15 years later for another month. Yes, it took me almost 20years to finish my degree. During that time I married had two great children and, wait for it, moved to Florida. My heart tore when we had to move such a long way away. My husband took a new job and I had to leave mine. I enjoyed the time there, because I didn’t work and got to spend time with my children, but my grandfather died and so did my marriage and I moved back to Texas after a couple of years; were my family made all the difference in the world to make my life whole again. I got a job, I finished my degree in Fine Arts and just as I was putting it all back together again I met the kindest man, Brian, he was from Kansas but loves Texas. I told him that if we got married that we would always have to live in Texas. I would love to travel and visit places, but never leave here. We did marry and we honeymooned in Gurene Texas and traveled, by car to all of the old little towns around Texas. We have also taken some really nice trips to Porte Rico, California, New Mexico, England, Scotland and next year China, but I will always be thinking of home and our family in Texas where my roots will always be firmly planted.

Rebekah
What a beautiful view and peaceful place. I could imagine myself on that hammock with a good book, or Mary Jane magazine. Your style and mine are alot alike. I too have an old trunk that was given to me by a friend who is a nun and she told me that when they first went into the order that they were given this trunk and they could only have what would fit in the trunk. Each time they moved they were only allowed to take what would fit in the trunk. Simple life. I felt very blessed that she entrusted it to me when she moved away. I too am deathly afraid of snakes. Being from Louisiana I had to deal with alot of snakes. Now my husband and I are in North Carolina and I tell people I do not allow snakes on my property. However one did find its way here and I grabbed my husbands pistol and shot it. I have not seen anymore. (and no it was not a good snake I checked first and it was headed for my chickens so……)
We are on the outskirts of town but I would love to have a place in the mountains. The closest ones are about 2 hours away. My husband and I like to RV all over the states and mostly go to see God’s beautiful creations. (try to stay away from the touristry areas.) I have two grown sons one in NC and the other in LA. Both married, no grandchildren. (no one wants to help me in that dept.) Oh well. I have a wonderful husband who is my best friend and we do everything together. People think we spend too much time together but he always says and I agree that he can’t think of anyone better to spend his time with. (What a Sweetie). Thank you so much for sharing your little piece of serenity with us.
Be Blessed.
Ms Scarlette

Hi Rebekah!
Um… the heck you can’t decorate! The inside of your farmhouse is filled with such soul and love! It just oozes warmth! Simple farm house living to a T! I’m a huge fan of cast offs ( that’s part of my story ) because they tell their own and our home and cottage are filled with them too. My story? Well, Like you, I’m lucky beyond my wildest dreams and a farmgirl at heart who loves sharing in my little space next to yours on this here channel every two weeks! I so enjoy your posts!
Sending love and Beach Blessings!
Deb

Your place is whole lot like mine. I love you nest and isnt it about what we love more than what goes with what? Colors? i love them all so i put lots per room. My kitchen table is the one i ate on growing up at home….it was old then passed down from prior generations. LOVE IT.

My story, well i got a late start. We just purchased our "farm" last year. Old repo on 44 acres. My husband is 62 and I am 56 but we have some great plans for retirement. He got his first ever tractor and is loving it. I’m putting in berries for when I retire and can add income by selling at farmers market along with some produce. Chickens are next,,,,in the spring. Still working full time….but retiring looms ahead in the not too far future. Purchased tractor number 2, a 1949 Allis Chalmer. our house is not big but cozy and we’ve had to do alot of work to make it ours….the upstairs hasnt been touched…yet…. Thanks for your posts, love reading them

love your home isn’t nice to have things around you that brings memories of someone you love and your view outside is heaven too. My house is all mix match but that is me. Enjoy life daily life can be short.

Thank you for sharing your gift of a glimpse into your private life. I love to see how other people live. The house was beautiful and the scenery breathtaking. Unlike the new houses built today, the old ones have real character. You can feel the pride of craftsmanship. The old houses have a soul.

When I first read your question, "What is your story?" my thoughts went to my past. Unfortunately, mine has was not "lucky." But after a bit of thought I decided that my story does not have to be about my past – that is not who I am today. Today I am "lucky." I am married to a man that loves me dearly and I have two grandchildren close by that are the light of my life. My husband and I retired to 66 acres in Southern Colorado, built our own house and are raising milk goats. It is alot of work, but we love the peace and quiet. In my last house every square inch of the walls were decorated, but here we have huge windows and the outdoors are our decorations. It was a year after we were in the house before I even hung up a picture. I did not want to distract from the view that we have. We had friends over for Thanksgiving and it was snowing like crazy. The wife said, "I feel like I am in a giant snowglobe." This is now my story and I feel very lucky.