ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
As farmers work another harvest, I thought it would be fun to share a few vintage harvest photos from our family farm. Something odd to me—none of these pictures are dated. There are no dates printed on the white borders by Kodak or scribbled on the back in Momma’s handwriting…
What’s up with that?
Based on the various photograph styles, I’m guessing these pictures span the early 1960s through the mid-1970s.Continue Reading
For Father’s Day…lessons from Daddy.
But first. How cute is this picture of Momma and Daddy? They are newly married—look at the sparkle on his wedding band. He’s making homemade ice cream, probably vanilla, and she’s wearing an adorable dress, with perfect lipstick and eyebrows! Love it.
Now, lessons from Daddy… (not in order of importance or anything brilliant like that)Continue Reading
Tracks fascinate me. Footprints, tractor ruts, animal tracks. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because of the connectivity, proof that someone else passed through the same spot, even in the middle of a bare winter field. Or maybe the design intrigues me, the rhythmic pattern left behind.
Could be that I’m obsessed with taking pictures.
And tractors. I have a soft spot for those big green tractors.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s as Stephen King says…Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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Musical Pairing:
Big Green Tractor, Jason Aldean
