I have been searching for the house my great-grandparents lived in when my grandmother was a girl. And little by little, with the help of family and friends, I am getting closer.
I heard stories from my grandmother about the house on the hill. Walking up the steps. Killing chickens. Family life.
My family is not close. So I have very few references to help piece my history together. But the desire to see where this house was is delightfully inspiring.
I think there is a road trip in my very near future, that will not only take me to new places but will also connect me with my past.
I am excited! 🏡
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