This is my home place where I grew up as an Amish little boy from age 4 to 19. I can see that the well house was being built when this picture was taken. And the the picture was taken before the house was expanded... it's still the small house with only one window at the end on the second floor. And I can see the old burn pile in the garden where we burned all our trash. A picture so near yet untouchable memories in more ways one can explain. It's not as cleaned up as it was when I took my "last look" at it in August of 1999, but it's the place where I worked, played, and grew...