October 1, 2006
Being Neighborly
A friendly farmer with a tractor came by on Saturday and mowed a great deal of our overgrown lawn while Dave and I worked. He was born in the house and shared a bunch of stories about the place. The upstairs rooms were called the North, South, East and West rooms. His grandmother used to candle and sort eggs in the dark basement. The front porch used to be all windows.
