Musings.. This old house… these old memories by Lyle Van Camp

Slowly but surely, the farmyard is disappearing. Soon, all that will remain will be a pole shed and scores of memories from my childhood. I was in upper elementary school, attending classes in the City Hall building, when mom and dad informed me they had purchased a quarter of land north of town and that we would be moving to the house that stood in the southwest corner of our new far...

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