A fuzzy childhood memory is of my cousins living on a 80 acre property (and still own) with a pond and loads of trees with a trail. The snow and shoveling till death tired made skating worth it except there being no boards and we lost pucks. lol. It was the first place I had frost bite. I spent the drive home trying to figure out ways explain this to my mom. My uncle took us out there in winter to prepare for spring, to build. Those were the golden days. I love there place. Thanks uncle Corny and aunt Erna and your home.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 19:46:54 +0000
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