The perfect backdrop for our imaginations.....pioneer mother rocking her babies......an iron kettle of stew bubbling over the fire.....winter winds blowing and family cuddled beneath homemade feather ticks. A time forever gone. The simple, the humble, the hardships, the endurance, the struggle, the love...
Only shadows remain.
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If the walls could talk, what a story they would tell.
Wouldn't it be something....that's the same thought I always have when I see these old foundations crumbling to nothingness. So much family history, emotions, struggles, and vanished hopes. The older I get the more I relate to these forgotten monuments.
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