A set of stairs made of uncut stone. Creaky boards on an old front porch. Cane polls hanging on the wall. Waiting for me to come along. The smell of biscuits cooking in the stove. Old fashioned music playing of a record player. An old man whittling on the back porch in a rocking chair. Hunting dogs barking at a rabbit in freshly plowed fields. Happy is how these things make me feel. Fondly remembering my grandparents farm. The simplicity of life and weather worn charm. Though the work could be hard, it had to be done. Chores before fishing and a lot of fun. All of these things take me back, my childhood memories of what my past was like.