My Mother lived and worked on a dairy farm when she was a teenager.  I don’t know a whole lot about it.  I know she had a cow she loved named Grace.  I know it gave her an amazing work ethic along with a stubborness that rubbed off on me.  I know she had to wake up and milk the cows before going to school.  I also know that the house is legit haunted.  My mom, along with my one Aunt, and several other people saw the two ghosts that “lived” there.  Spooooky!!

The farm is such a cool place and I would ride by it a lot when I was little with my Grandmaw, always wanting to stop by and be able to explore.  This past Thanksgiving my Grandmaw asked me if I could go there and take pictures of it for her…..the barn specifically.  The barn burned down years ago, from an unknown cause, but the stone structure still stands.  She told me she would love to have pictures of it before it all fell down or was taken down.   Obviously, I was concerned about trespassing and getting permission from the owners, which she told me she didn’t know.  The house was turned into 4 apartments for rent a while back so my sister helped me find the contact info of the owners (thanks, Jenny!).  I called them up, got permission, and drove up to Hagerstown one weekend and got some pictures for my Grandmaw, which I was then excited to surprise her with for Christmas.  The house has been kept up well for being more than 100 years old, but all the farm buildings are definitely showing their age.  It was really cool to be able to walk around and have my Mom point things out and try to imagine all the buildings and workings of the place when it was still a working farm.  Enjoy a few of the images from my little adventure!That little building is the smoke house where people used to hang meats.  Mom said they used it as a play house.  The stone structure of the barn still stands but you can see all the beams and everything still laying where they fell during the fire. It’s all kind of a mess.This is the loafing barn, as my Mom called it.  This is where the cows would hang out before they got herded into the milking parlor, which was another small building behind me, in reference to where I was standing for this picture.  The cows would go in a single file line out of the loafing barn into one door of the milking parlor, get milked, and then go in another line out another door of the milking parlor and back into the loafing barn. There used to be two silos on the farm.  This is the only one still there.That’s the Momma  🙂