My Great and Grandparents Home


Where the beating of my Heart began
The fond memories started.
The home was owned in 1864.
Enjoyed Exploring the inside .
Like the hidden door in the closet.
That Lead to my great grandparents side

The Farm seemed grand to us kid's.
Playing in the Hayloft
Checking out the cows and the calves
Watching my grandfather drive the tractor.

Exploring the West meadow
The old car that my grandfather parked in one of the meadows.
The Maple Sugar house.
Where they made Maple syrup.

There was always a large meal at 1 o'clock. .
Everyone around the large table.
What fond memories.

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