Nostalgic

If you've read my post on the farm before, then you know how sentimental I am about the place. We were able to go to Georgia this weekend for a quick trip (where I experienced an entire 13 hours of sleep--unbelievable). After I woke up from my glorious uninterrupted slumber, I decided to document the stuff that comforts all of our souls each visit. The ordinary. The simple. The beautiful. My husband's grandmother, Tudy (pronounced too-dee).

Sorry for the picture overload, but they are all so necessary.

Tudy is a player of solitaire if i have ever met one...

I asked both my husband and sis-in-law what item in the house they recollect the fastest--this painting was the first thing that they both uttered. Oh I covet that lamp (there are 2)! And I just love the cord from the ceiling fan. A love for both baseball and farming, each of equal importance.

these magazines. always always on the coffee table...

L.P. (Papa) Shippey was a bird hunter among many other things...

I love two things about this closet. 1) the spot on the jacket and 2) the pricetag still attached from atleast 20 years ago... (it is also a secret pathway into the other room)

This lamp is located over the master bed and it's cord was pulled by many little hands the past 30+ years

Papa's Bible.

My girl and her Tudy.

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