the old home on the hill went on the market. There is a lingering sense of loss that remains physically painful. As a tree that has been uprooted must "feel". Walking out the door, abandoning pieces of myself, my family history, my dreams. My great grandparents had left their home back east to build a new life on this ranch. Did they leave by choice or by circumstance? I don't know.
I was afraid that if I left this ground for temporary housing elsewhere, we might never return. So my youngest two children, three dogs, and three cats moved into the cabin, which Dad had built in the southwestern corner of the ranch during the 1970s. We have wonderful memories of family gatherings at the ranch. There was never quite enough room for everyone at Grandma's house during harvest so we would sleep here, all cozy together in a scene reminiscent of "The Waltons", a television series set during the Depression."The house is enveloped in darkness, save for a light in an upstairs window. Through voice-overs, two or more characters have a very brief conversation, often humorous and related to the episode (our day), and then each family member would bid each other good night, one at a time." Good night, John Boy. Good night, Mary Ellen. Yes..... just like the Waltons.
Whether by choice or by circumstance, change comes. With God's help and perseverance, we've seen through tears to new possibilities. This (not so) little piece of ground will finally get the attention it has deserved and the pioneer spirit of our ancestors will live on.
Whether by choice or b
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