Welcome to my blog! I want to introduce myself by showing you the old farm house in Kansas where I spent the first 21 ½ years of my life, up until the actual day that I married Linda.
We drove by the old house in January. We stopped; I snapped a few pictures, then just leaned on the modern gate and stared at the boarded up house. Linda sat in the car thinking, “Oh, Oh, now he’s going to cry.” The tears didn’t flow that day, unusual for me, but the old house, all boarded up, stirred my thoughts.
What lies behind the boarded up windows of your childhood home? Continue reading “This Old House”