lived right next door in a small house with a dirt floor in the basement. when i spent time with them in the summer, it was my job to walk over and get great grandpa for lunch and walk with him to grandma’s to eat with us. i really miss those days!
what i miss maybe the most, is sitting at their kitchen table and watching her and grandpa wash and dry the dishes. she washed. he dried and put them away, while he whistled the entire time.
years passed and eventually, they moved to their nearby town. after the farm changed hands a few times, someone tore down the farmhouse. thinking 