Going Home....

I was 3 years old when my grandfather died.  Shortly thereafter, my mother and father purchased "the homestead" - built by my (maternal) great grandfather and his brothers.....

It was home.....

My father and mother farmed the land and both also worked outside the home....

My father was diagnosed with multiple myeloma (a cancer of the marrow of the bone) at age 47 and died at the age of 50.  When he passed, my mother made a very painful decision to sell "the homestead" as we could not keep up the farming operations.  My oldest brother had just turned 18 and was still in high school, and my younger brother had just turned 10.....That was 37 years ago....

This past May, the homestead was sold at a foreclosure sale.  Good people that we know purchased it and invited us back to visit.  This past Sunday, I took my mother home....