This old cabin sleeps quietly in our back yard, undisturbed except for birds and small woodland animals which feel free to come and go as they please.
This is the view from our living room window. It's a comfort to to look out the window of our house and see the old cabin still standing there in all seasons.
It is no longer used by man, except to hang tools from it's still strong outer walls.
The cabin's history is largely unknown, as the folks who built it and enjoyed it have long ago passed. My husband says his grandfather L.E. Bolte built it possibly in the 1920s or 1930s. The story goes that he first constructed it as a sort of playhouse for his children, including my husband's late father Charles Bolte.
It was orignially built back on the hill on our farm, but was later moved to its current location near our house.
No one lived here, but my husband's parents would come here frequently when they visited the farm. Then nearly 20 years ago, our current farmhouse was built on the lot in front of the little cabin. So now the old cabin once again has people to keep it company.
The shady spot between the house and the cabin is the perfect spot for the "reading chair." The trickling of the small creek, and the gentle blowing of the breeze from the hollow behind the cabin make it an ideal place for one to sit away a summer afternoon.
The secrets of the old cabin will forever be mysteriously kept within its ancient walls. My husband's father told him stories of how he played in the cabin as a child, even describing a "trap door" that the kids used at one time to go outside. Now it gracefully ages at the mouth of the cool hollow, watching the generations of children come and go, the family and friends as they play, and laugh, and have cookouts. It just stands and watches, at peace.
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