Saturday, December 31, 2011

If Heaven Was on Earth

   

Growing up with the most wonderful grandparents in the world was fantastic. The problem was they were 14 hours (Drive Time) away - North Eastern Montana aka not worth it to fly because the beauty of Montana includes very few airports.
Almost every year it was a family road trip that included stopping along the way to see aunts & uncles & family friends and then finally after cramped legs, headaches, and stiff backs we would arrive.
At the Farm.
I’m convinced that if heaven was on earth it would be at the farm. Driving down that old country road with wheat fields on each side, it seemed to take the longest time to get from the highway to the farm than it did to drive from North Idaho to Nashua. The excitement of seeing Grandpa & Grandma and in our younger years Uncle Mark was almost unbearable.
We’d jump (or fall out) of the car to rush inside the beautiful old farmhouse and give hugs 3 or 4 times and give the update of the trip so far, get settled in and anticipate the arrival of morning.
Ben (my older brother) and I at the farm
More often than not you’d wake up at a ridiculous hour in the morning to hear Grandpa or Uncle Mark talking to other farmers on the ham radio. (A sound no matter how old I get I’ll never forget) Drifting back to sleep for a short time before Dad would come in and say “the early bird gets the worm” or “the sun’s up & why aren’t you” or “Grandmas breakfast is getting cold”. That one was my favorite because the first day we were there Grandma would fix cold cereal so we could start enjoying the day together with fewer dishes.
Starting your day on the farm was so surreal. I envy my mother and her siblings for having the opportunity to grow up there, with the antique shed, and tractor shed and the greenhouse and silos and endless amounts of fun to be had without modern annoyances.  
One of Grandpas Tractors. I've driven this one! and yes it's FUN!

We take for granite sometimes how peaceful the world can be if you just stop and enjoy it. The farm always put that back into perspective. Picking flowers with Grandma to press in the flower press and make pretty cards or pictures with them later. Riding the bikes around the farm and walking the fields, or driving one of the tractors.
L-R Mom, Matt, Uncle Mark, Jenn, Grandma, Me, Grandpa, Ben. Notice who gets to sit in the middle of Grandpa & Grams? That's cause they love me more. :-) 
 My favorite sound in the world is when the wind rustles through the almost ready harvest, its like an ocean of gold. Watching the waves rush through the harvest, close your eyes and you can almost smell the wheat. Just use your imagination and take yourself back to your place of almost heaven. Feel... think... breathe... the memories of a haven away from the daily rigmarole and it will put a smile on your face. 

Thursday, December 29, 2011

one of many

I’m not a writer, but I need to learn new things so I’m creating a blog. So this will be about as random as it gets, but whoooo cares right?

So you want to know a little bit about me? I grew up on 12 acres without electricity, running water & septic in a single wide trailer. Quite the childhood let me tell you! I thank my parents for being “poor” because it created character and diligence in myself & my 5 siblings. That’s right, I’m one of six Jones kids! Three older brothers, one older sister and a baby brother. In my house you had to learn to be quicker, smarter, more clever, or in my case… more charming than the others.  With the living conditions we were provided with you learned how to ride a bike, dig a ditch and play in the great outdoors no matter what the weather and enjoy it. Something as simple as “kick the can”  & “Hide & Seek” with our dog being the seeker were things we did for entertainment instead of watching tv or playing video games, or going to the mall. It gave us a unique gratitude for life.  That’s my childhood in a nutshell…
My late teen hood & pre-adulthood:
In 2006 I met a man who fell in love with me and changed my life. 

Thanks to the housekeeping manager, Marty Bennett who gave a young 17 year old a job at Schweitzer Mountain Resort (who had she seen this young girls room at home would have had second thoughts about hiring her) and then recommended me for the front desk of the hotel 3 weeks later. Having just turned 18 shortly after starting at front desk I found a man who thought I hung the moon… (I did by the way & yes it’s made of cheese ;-) )
5 years later with a few bumps along the way we are still in love & happy just living life day by day and being together.

Today I live in Sandpoint Idaho only 30 minutes from my childhood home of Athol Idaho (yes go ahead and make the joke) and enjoy the beautiful mountain/lake lifestyle. This is my home - isn't it beautiful? 
In 2009 I bought a secondary waterfront house with my wonderful boyfriend just off the Pend Oreille River & about 8 miles from town. We live, love, and laugh because we can.

I work at Tomlinson Sotheby’s International Realty as the Front Office Administrator. So what that means is I’m the girl at the front with a smile on her face and a coffee in her hand that greets the clients, answers the phones, and puts up with the REALTORS® with  superior service attitude because no matter what I am determined to be positive! Life is too short not to enjoy the ride & If you let the weather influence your mood, you are a weak person so buck up & SMILE!