While our California relatives were here, my brother and I took them on a drive through the area where we grew up.
This was our parents' dairy farm outside of Macedon.
Ken and I both remember doing a lot of reading under the big trees in the front yard.
This home was once our one-room school house. It was close to our farm so that we could walk to school. Ken attended there for his grades 1 through 6, and when I attended, we had grades 1 and 2.
When the farm was sold, our parents built this house, where I lived while in high school and college.
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