The Malz farm has been in our family over 125 years. My brother still lives there. My grandfather and father both made a living for their families here. I grew up there and have fond memories of when it looked like this in the 60s. I still have the scar from when I knocked corn down for my dad in the wire corn crib and as I was sliding through the doorway, I got a scratch on my side from the metal frame. I completed many chores and rode my bike for miles around that yard. It's wonderful to see it again as it was then.

—Janet Malz