This is where I grew up 1939 to 1992.

I learned how to be adventurous on this farm, it was my grandparents'. My father, 7 aunties and uncles, and cousins had uproarious times down at the crick, in the barn with piglets and cows, hide and seek in cornfields, churning ice cream and drinking birch beer, playing board games, riding with Grandpa on the tractor, picking berries, throwing horse shoes, getting locked in the corn crib, sliding under electric fences, sledding on the rolling banks, making Christmas cookies with Grandma and my aunts, huge reunions with endless pies.
It was auctioned in parcels after the death of my Grandma in the 1990s. Everyone that was at the farm had stories and love for it.

In June 1944 I was born there in my parents bedroom! Every spring we planted a huge "truck patch" with the first row along route 5 being ziennas, which was dad's favorite flower.