The Farm

Thought y'all might like to see the main house on the farm. It dates back to the 1840s. I feel like a docent I've given so many tours, but to make it brief: It is a lovely home and it has been continually lived in by the same family since it was built by T's great great great grandfather. It has hand-painted French wallpaper and a Steinway in the back parlor. It is rare in that all it's outbuildings are still standing, including, but not limited to the Ice House, the Meat House, several barns, and a hay loft that predates the house. It remains to this day a working farm and it currently has over 500 head of cattle and a pig operation; they still grow corn, soy beans, and tobacco. There are six dwellings other than the main house and we live in the old farm manager's house--a brick shanty about 1/2 a mile down the lane.

The main house is where I stayed while I took the KY bar exam last February (I had already passed the LA bar & just knew I'd never have to take another bar exam...sigh; when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.) T. was still working in DC to pay the bills and I got to live here for six months with only his 90 year old great aunt and 92 year old grandmother for company (Is that love or what?).

It is a beautiful relic of a different time. Everything is slower here. The society does not change, the furniture does not change, our roles are set. T. calls it the rusting remains of the Agrarian Society, as, in his dreams, he would have once played the roll of the gentleman farmer, and I, I would have played the lady of the manor.