I have had a few surreal visits home to the family farm. Dad and Ann sold the farm to my younger brother and they are moving to the back portion of the farm--about three miles deep into the woods. They are very excited, but all this packing has been a bit surreal to me. Although I no longer live on the farm, I have a lot of memories wrapped up in it. Last Friday, Dad gave me a huge box of photos. I've decided to post my favorites and the stories behind them.
This first photo is of my Grandma King. She was one of the first women of her time to own a gas station. She also, so my Dad tells me, illegally ran a bar out of her basement for a period of time! She is my Mom's mother and lived with my family for a several years.
The second photo my Dad and Mom not long after we moved to Wisconsin. This was many yearsbefore cancer took hold and affected our lives. The next two photos are closer to my mom's death. It's amazing how much she looked like my Grandmother.
It's even more amazing how much I look like both of them.