I grew up here. It has a lot of sentimental memories for me

This was my father’s pride and joy. His name was George Clinton. He put his blood, sweat, and tears into this farm. I nick named it Locust Hill because of the numerous Locust trees. I have so many magical memories of this farm. The houses are no longer there so when I saw this I was absolutely floored!! This is absolutely amazing! I am so thankful to have this to remember those amazing years! I have tears in my eyes being able to see my childhood home again. Thank you!!!!