I‘ve been writing so much about my family and my trip home, and I did say I would post some more photos, so here is a glimpse into my childhood home.
My parents’ house in the woods. The portion on the right is the original three-bedroom, one-bath my parents built in 1964 when my sister was born, and where the four of us lived until I left for college and my sister was married; the middle and left portions are additions just from the past few years.
My sister’s house, in the field behind my grandparents’ house, which is a few hundred yards through the woods from my parents’. The house is a beautiful old building from the 1800s; standing on land in the next county that was to be flooded when a local man-made lake was complete, my grandfather bought it and he, my grandmother, my brother-in-law and my dad rebuilt it. It has a wonderful high-ceilinged great room, and a huge fireplace in the kitchen.
Called the “camp,” it’s basically a small house on the river just up the road from where I grew up. It’s jointly owned by my grandfather and a family friend; when I was a child, we spent many summer days here and, until recently, my mother’s family celebrated Independence Day here each year.