My mom has vivid memories of her rock. She grew up on a farm in Preston, Ct., her parents and older siblings working from sun up to sun down when not in school. Mom would sometimes escape from chores and walk up the hill behind her house to a large rock where she could perch, watch the stick figures below at work and daydream. Sure, she’d sometimes pick berries to contribute (her sister Esther was a champion pie maker) but mostly this was her time to dream about what life outside the farm might be like.
Mom had sent Sharen, who grew up in the area and whose father is my mothers brother so of course he grew up on the farm, specific directions about how to find the rock. The directions included reference to a chicken coop, a barn and a gate. We arrived at the house to find a jungle where the chicken coop and barn might have been. Well, 90 or so years of tree and brush growth will change a place.
The house above was built in 1939 after a hurricane wiped out the original house in 1938. Mom lived in the house(s) from the time she was born, 1921, until she went to college.
We may or may not have found the rock.
Well, we did our very best to find the rock. What a sweet feeling, though, to be walking through my mom’s history.
It is so interesting to see where Gussie lived! Thanks for showing us. Wondering if the rebuilt house was just like the first house?
It gave me a much better visual to attach to the stories she tells.
I could feel it, Ella.
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What a sweet journey on behalf of your Mom! ❤️
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