One Hundred Years Ago
When I am a little melancholy I look in my photos and wonder what ever happened to the father of this homestead.
One Hundred Years Ago
One Hundred Years Ago
When I am a little melancholy I look in my photos and wonder what ever happened to the father of this homestead.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a
precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think,
to enjoy, to love.
- Marcus Aurelius
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