The big house on the right is my homestead, the little house on the left was moved there for my Grandmother to live in, my Dad dug the basement by hand in the winter.We would carry bricks one half mile back to the Pigeon River to make steps in the bank so we could climb back up after a cool dip in the river. The barn ,orchard and the out buildings are gone in this photo but it still triggers the great memories of of our upbringing. If kids could experience a childhood here like the five of us kids did, what a different world it would be. I own the property now.Jean