Here's another pair of photos, this time of my (Dan's) great aunt's and uncle's former farm in Chester County.
My great aunt and uncle (sister and brother) lived at their childhood farm into the 1980's, until Uncle Bob got married at age 80. I have great memories of visiting them as a kid: climbing up the twisty back farmhouse stairs; seeing the beehives, heifers, and 4-H sheep; drinking Aunt Dorothy's lemonade on rocking chairs on the porch, and jumping around on the hay in the barn. When I last posted about influences that led me to a career in nature I didn't mention visiting the farm—but it undoubtedly made its mark.
I loved the overgrown lilacs that made a bower of the front of the house, the farm cats, and the old tractors in the yard. Located off the wonderfully-named Thunder Hill Road, the farm lane became so rough beyond house that we wouldn't think of taking a car down it. For a kid from a split-level house in what is now the inner suburbs, the old farm was really cool. I would have moved in and not changed a thing, not even the gap-toothed piano in the parlor with the coal stove.
The farm was sold, and the house stood vacant for many years, but now not only is it gone but so is every obvious trace that there was a farm, a life's work, or such rustic beauty there. The land was re-graded so much that it is difficult to pick out where things were located. Today it is a nice suburban neighborhood with no particular relation to what was there before. Creek Road is smooth paved all the way, and the subdivision has roads named after the family, Dorothy's Lane, Sherer Drive, etc. I wonder if the people who live there wonder what was there before? And I'm surprised that there was nothing worth keeping of what was there before.
Believe it or not, the photo on the right (below) was taken from the road that passes in front of the farmhouse on the left, about where the spruce trees are growing in that photo. The photo on the left is from the 1960's or '70's, the photo on the right was from a visit this week.

