It was old when I was born and I came home from the hospital to this house in 1948. I remember gathering eggs and the Eggman complimenting Grandma for not putting all the large eggs on top of the crates. I remember cutting tomato worms with Grandma and being plopped down in the strawberry patch with a carton and wondering why it never got full, but I did.

I remember Amish buggies going by, going to Shipshewana when it was still a small one of the mill Hoosier town. I remember the general store across the road, the Methodist Church down where the road made a “T” and the bridge over the Pigeon River where the State Fishing Site is now.

Somewhere I have a tintype of people in the late 1800’s in front of the house; we laughed because one of the ladies had given her chair to her dog.