It may not be much but my family has lived here or near here for since the 1950’s. I grew up in this trailer in the woods. It started as a trailer on a hill near a dairy farm not too far from here and I think I was 5 when we moved into it and probably about 8 or 9 when we moved it from there to its current location. Prior to that, we lived about a half mile further down the dirt road in a house next to my grandparents house. That original house is no more but we had another trailer on the same property that we lived in during my high school years. We had moved a couple hours away for two years and my uncle took over the trailer we had been in. When we moved back, he was still there so we had to move into that other one that was on the property of our old house. I left for college in Boston and I’m not exactly sure when my parents moved back into their trailer (and I say their trailer because they owned it – my uncle was just staying there) but it was shortly after I went to Boston and they’ve been in this place now for over 30 years and around 40 if you include the time prior to moving away for two year. My father has lived on this road for probably 70 years. Its nice to get back but the place needs some work.
I grew up going to a little Methodist church in a valley – it really is quite a pastoral scene. The church had beautiful stained glass windows and was surrounded by fields – hay when I was a kid, corn now.
I Wander Where I'll Go 