This is where I grew up. The barn and corn crib were my favorite hangouts. My dad built the garage and my handprints are in the cement of the floor. The only thing standing today is that garage as all of the other buildings have been torn down and a new house built back where the chicken house was. Many dog Rusty, my faithful companion, is buried in the trees west of the house. Many good memories. I miss this place and times.

Hi Lavonne! It's wonderful to hear about your cherished memories of growing up on that property in 1971. The changes you mentioned sound significant. Can you share more about the type of farming that took place there? We'd love to hear more about your experiences. Feel free to reminisce and share any other details you remember.