There was a little house and then the white house. At the little house was a small three room, really a two room house. With an enclosed lean-to on the side that grandma used for a kitchen. I’m not sure if it had a door or a window. I know we cam in the “living area” and then we had to step over and down into where grandma always was. She cooked on an old cast iron stove. She cooked with corn cobs and wood. I remember bringing in very small wood pieces. She had an old non-painted sorta like a china cabinet now-a-days but a small one. The front door was the only door. A small oak table set against the wall you could crowd maybe five around. She had a smooth light brown floor to ceiling built-in cabinet. Eating utensils were on the table in a container.
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The other small room had a single metal bed with the old fashion coil metal springs and a thin mattress. On both beds there were always things along the back side very neatly placed. I believe there was a small dresser in this room also, but don’t remember what else, except it was sorta crowded. My grandma always slept in this room. My grandpa slept outdoors in the summer on a metal bed with metal springs.
We always had good meals, she could tell how hot the oven was by putting her hand in the oven. She could make biscuits faster than anyone I know. She didn’t make bread but the biscuits were flaky and delicious, especially with her home made jellies or fruit. Grandma made wonderful banana cake with homemade icing, always soft and moist. We drank out of a bucket with a dipper and you always had to be careful if grandpa was taking a drink, he would give you a few sprinkles of water most of the time.
We didn’t have running water at the “little house”. We pulled it up by a rope hand over hand. The well had a tall clay like circular pot around it. The big ropes made grooves in the clay type terracotta tube. The farm had an “outhouse” behind the “little house”. I don’t remember much about it except it was small, smelled terrible, and you didn’t linger!
Over a period of several years the “little house” began to crumble. The lean-to couldn’t hold up, the roof began to sag, the outer walls were slipping off the foundation. Now the trees, and brush have covered the entire “little house”. In time the “little house” became a tumbled down old shack.
Song: If your house is old and shabby, Just a tumbled down old shack; Try to patch it up, a little board across the crack, then take Jesus as your savior, serve Him every day and night; then He’ll take you home to heaven to the mansions fair and bright.
This is a song from long ago.
Our lives are like a house, some are like a tumble down old shack, (before Jesus came into our lives.) Some are slipping off the foundation, but sometimes we just try to do a patch. The patch doesn’t work, if we fill it with just other things. We all need to take Jesus as our Savior, Serve Him every day and night! If we want the mansions fair and bright.
For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 3:11
Matthew 7:24-27 describes the wise man who built his house on a rock. This passage highlights the importance of hearing and obeying God’s word, which provides stability during life’s storms.
We need to keep the foundation strong, through reading His Word, Prayer and Fasting. How is your “little house”, How is your foundation?
A guest post from Linda Weise
Thank you for sharing. When I was young – maybe 5-11 yrs old – my family lived in a 1-story cinderblock house with 3 rooms. A living room, a bedroom & a kitchen. The bathroom was outside and in the beginning our water came from a well outside. My parents slept on a pull out bed and my sister and I slept in the one bedroom. It was actually supposed to be the cellar…but we moved out before the rest was built. There were a lot of wonderful memories, however, in that little cellar-house. And a lot of wonderful times that largely molded who I am today happened there.