The farm I grew up on 8521 N 400 E. I played in the cemetery as I wondered and imagined about all the stories those lives had to tell. It broke my heart when my family sold our farm in approx 1995 - thank goodness Dennis who bought my childhood home didn’t tear down our “old red barn”. I told him I would be So Angry if he did. The history still intrigues me and I am constantly researching all the stories and genealogy. My husband and I are building our forever home close by, and it brings me comfort to be ‘coming back home’ in a way. ❤️