My brother, the writer....

This is something that I wanted to share with you all...The time never seemed right until now, but something is telling me to post it for all of you to read!

Most of you probably don't know that I grew up on a dairy farm. Yup, a farm girl! The farm had been in my family since 1865, when my Great Great Grandfather came here from Nova Scotia. We have a lot of information about our ancestry, including a variety of photographs from when the farm began over 100 years ago. In 2001, we lost the farm to fire, and although I know that it was a "material" thing and the health of my father was the most important thing, it didn't make it hurt any less when it was gone. We had a wonderful childhood on the farm...ya know, back when you didnt' have to worry about being snatched off the side of the road, and it seemed like the world ended at the end of your driveway! I will always have those memories, the sounds, smells and visions of how I grew up. I will always thank the Lord and my parents for my childhood. My brother wrote this article commemorating the first anniversary of the fire. He is a minister, and wrote this for the religioun section of our newspaper. Please, if you get a few minutes, take the time to sit and read it through...there is a good lesson in it, and it will give you a little glimpse into how I grew up! Keri