While Reg goes along with me to shoot houses, his true passion is the farm equipment and old vehicles. He knows that I go home and I start researching to find out the history of the home with the hopes that I can find some connection in the town history books and word of mouth and through what we are told from landowners when we ask for permission to enter upon their land and photograph their buildings.
I found out this week that this was in fact a house, a very small house. The family divided the rooms with cloth for privacy.
This small home was built in 1946 when Mr. R returned from the war. He lived in the home with his wife for many years.
And I was right when I assumed that the home had been moved off the wood pile we found to where it currently rests.
And while it appears that today might not be a good day for me to try to wrap around my head around pages of family history, I can say that there is some relation from this home and the home of the unmarried lady whom took the bus to school with the kids once in a while.