Since we had cleared out and were about to gut the one room which had housed the farm office since the 50’s, I thought I should probably make Dad an office somewhere else. We had considered the corn crib, but Mother Nature ruled that out for us with the tornado (she’s not very subtle). I also needed to have an office space ready for the wife when we came down so she could continue to financially support this renovation. The logical choice was the old slave’s quarters which, I thought, wouldn’t need much to get it safe and suitable…
Alot still need to be done, but it’s functional and we need to focus on where we’re actually going to live!
Renovate Mee 