Saturday, March 31, 2012

Milk house

I cried when the excavator knocked the milk house down.

It was our fort when Aaron and Joel and I were kids. Then Betsy and Brian used it to fix bicycles and Libby set up a bakery in it.

A few years ago, Brian converted it back to a milk house with a goat milking stand, a stainless steel sink and a refrigerator.

Now it's just a pile of charred blocks. 
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  1. 7 EaglesMarch 31, 2012 at 7:52 AM

    Isaiah 61:3.

    :-) Betsy

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  2. CarolynMarch 31, 2012 at 10:32 AM

    there is a whole heap of FOND MEMORIES in that pile of rubble

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  3. Anna KateMarch 31, 2012 at 1:06 PM

    I have great memories of the forts you guys had in that milk house! It's hard to see places with such wonderful childhood memories go.

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