Family History

So what you see above is from a website for the Spinning Wheel Bed and Breakfast. Here is where it relates to me...before that house was a bed and breakfast, it was my Great-Uncle Mark's house. It was Uncle Mark's house as long as I could remember, but actually, it was my Great Grandmother, Myrtle Rigsby's house. My own mama grew up in that house. I honestly thought they tore it down, when Uncle Mark put in a double wide. Instead, someone moved it and made it a bed and breakfast. Now, before you start picturing an old rickety wooden house being towed down the road, let me explain a few things. First of all, the brick you see is not part of my grandmother's house. That's an old school. Also, the house itself bears some resemblance to what I remember but the porch is way off. My grandmother had a wrap-around porch. I know, because I used to run all the way around it with my cousins. It was just high enough in spots to step off into the grass, and an excellent jumping spot in others. I loved that porch. Always shady and cool. The wood was worn smooth in most places. She had an old rocking chair and couple of others out there. When she would visit, they would sit on the porch and break beans and shuck corn. She did the same thing at Mama's house, just down the Hollow. Mama had this huge stone porch, that Papa built all by himself. It was always cool & shady, too. Anyway, when I was looking at these pictures, I would never have recognized the outside of the house without that porch. But the inside? Man, they are almost dead on with how it looked the last time I saw it. It's odd, you know? Seeing your childhood on the internet like that.