Here is a picture of my dad and Aunt Mary, who was my dad’s late brother’s wife. His name was Joe Norris. They are pictured in the old house kitchen which just happened to be my favorite room of all time. That is where my grandmother did all her cooking and she was some cook. That is one kitchen that the Smithsonian should have gotten their hands on.
Just out the door there was a short hallway that I always had to duck going through that led to the outside. I remember the floor on the entry way not being too secure. Once outside the water pump was just to the right of the door almost facing the kitchen window and then just beyond that was the grainery and the old cottage.
Just across the stony driveway was the icehouse, so called because of the big freezer within that housed all kinds of great meats and vegetables. And just past that was the chicken yard.
My dad never seemed to like coming back to the farm much as those days must have been painful to him. He might have had a rough childhood growing up there. It was on this trip that was the only time I ever met my two cousins, Craig and Mark. Since they lived in Seattle and us in Indiana that was a long way to go thus Michigan was the ideal meeting place, although still a long trip for Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary.