Thursday, February 22, 2007

Love Lives Here:

This is the old hog house at my grandparent's house. We all call their estate "Home", even though it's just the two of them actually living there full time. The sound of the gravel in the drive under the tires of an incoming car is unlike any other driveway in the world. There are 8 grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren so far, and each of us feel connected in a special way to everything about this place.

I got my first crush on Johnny Cash, listening to him at their house. I remember a blizzard in the 70s when we grilled steaks in the fireplace. We've eaten a metric ton of homemade ice cream and fried fish and noodles. The whole place is magical - it's like our own private DisneyWorld. There are tractor rides instead of teacup rides, there's sledding down the hill instead of roller coasters. There are always magical characters at meal time, with no special reservations required. There's a parade from kitchen to front room, which never stops. Music can, at times, be provided by the player piano.

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