This house is where I was born along with most of my siblings. This picture must have been talken years after my parents sold our farm.What I remember . . . it was a one story house over a hundred years old, moved from somewhere else. When I was in school, maybe first grade? My dad put a 2nd story on our home. He had a frolic and when I got home from school, the 2nd story was on. I was impressed! Being very young it was so very exciting! Every day more would be done. Actually my dad never totally finished our home. The windows upstairs were never finished off. When we had snow it would snow onto our bed in the upstairs, south west bedroom.
I was always pretty happy because we lived on a paved road. St route 208. Many Amish live on dirt roads, but this was paved!
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