Beautiful abandoned farmhouse on Hwy 13 in Carlisle, Arkansas.
As I get out of the car I can’t help imagining the people that once lived here. The smell of freshly made biscuits in the morning, gathering eggs and milking the cow before breakfast. Everyone doing chores – pumping water from the well, harnessing the horses, plowing the fields, washing clothes by washboard or ringer washer. Friends and family helping in the harvest. Canning and preserving for the coming winter. Storing food in the root cellar. Trying to get homework done before dark, walking to school in sunshine, rain or snow. Happily looking forward to church on Sunday’s, fun programs at school, and other social events around the county. The tragedies – storms, tornadoes, crop loss … the deaths.