This is Roy and Pearl Shaw's farm located on the Egypt Road in Presque Isle, Later Bob and Patty Shaw lived there.

This was my grandparents farmhouse and farm land. Roy & Pearl Shaw. We lived just to the right in a log cabin house that my dad built himself. Many, many memories of growing up on the farm!

Roy & Pearl Shaw were my grandparents also. The barn had a stable on the left side where Gramp kept cows in the 50s. The pasture was to the left of the field road and ran back up the hill somewhat into the woods and beyond. Gramp had a mongrel dog (sort of a large boxer mix) named Brute that would go get the two cows when it was time for Gramp to milk them. I still have the mental image of Brute chasing the cows back to the barn while hanging on to a cow's tail and hopping along behind it.

This is my grand parents home and farm.

What wonderful, happy memories of that farm, grampy & grammie. Many hours spent with cousins by the dozens, hard work, lots of laughter.

Lived in the log cabin just to the right of that potato field. What wonderful memories we have of growing up on "The Farm". We didn't have any money, but we had a wealth of everything else.

I wouldn't trade anything for our life on the farm with Gramp & Gram and ALL of us cousins! Sundays was the day for all to visit the farm! We didn't have this world's goods, but the memories are so precious! I still can see Bob hand-walking the big rods at the top of the barn that held the barn side walls stable, he was fearless. Bob & Pete holding us over the pig pen scaring us half to death! Waking up in the summer morning in the back bedroom upstair with the window open and hearing Gramp out in the yard very early in the morning and the smells are still in my mind! Stealing cookies out of Gram's big cookie jars and she would hear the clink of the jar covers and holler out at us to "get out of the cookies"! My, how I love to remember those times, priceless!

I remember all the Sunday afternoons at "the farm". All of us cousins climbing up the ladder in the barn to the highest hay stack and jumping down to the lowest - playing "simon says" and "red light"on the front lawn and what about the ditch. Fond, fond memories.

So loved the farm too, home to many of us. Never was a place full of more memories than this place. So glad to have been a part of it and the many Sunday dinners at Grams. Played in the barn with my many cousins, grew up in the potato fields and went to the same church with them all. Love the feeling that this place brings me and the loving folks that once lived there. Miss those days that once were.