When we were growing up in Rome, Illinois, we lived in a very old house - as they used to say, 5 rooms and a path. However, that does not mean our childhood was not happy - it was. I do think that it might be better to not have so many toys, clothes, etc. - but always plenty of love and food. It makes your imagination develop. Right behind our house (my parents rented) was an orchard.
So gorgeous in the spring. It wasn't a well maintained orchard and I don't remember having many apples but it wasn't ours. Here is a picture of my sister and brother, Jo and Bud, posing under one of the trees. You can see two people walking on the path through the orchard and see the "gray barn" a short distance away. That was where my father kept our car and he had his tools there, also. The people who owned everything were from Peoria. There were three cottages, the mother owning one and two sons the other two. My father used to take care of the yards and do odd jobs for them to pay off the rent for our house which was $10.00 a month. Hard to believe. Dad, a very hard worker, also worked at Pabst Brewery in Peoria. My parents never did completely recover from the depression - and I am certain there were many, many couples that were in the same situation. Back to the picture, I have no idea who is walking through the orchard. They look dressed up - maybe if my brother sees this he can let me know who he thinks they are. I can also spot on the side of the barn the "hot bed" dad always had to start plants early for the garden.
This has to be me - what do you suppose I was doing. It was a very pretty orchard and fun to play in.
This is what the old house looked like in the 60's or 70's. It was burned down by the fire department not long after this was taken and a batting cage put up on the land. Click to enlarge)