This blog is an attempt to memorialize our parents and right the wrongs done to them, and hopefully, by making readers aware of what can happen, we can protect other elderly parents who could fall victim to their own family members.
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The story I am currently telling myself has to do with leaving this house - which I love more than life - Well, almost. Daddy (or maybe it was my passive-aggressive sister who instigated it) brought up the subject of splittin up the land. She wants the back 50 acres. My brother and I are okay with that. It leaves the front part for us to work with. I have now said I want the 'little house' which is a house daddy built for his mother after his father died. Then mother's mother lived there for several years. So I can eventually live in the house my father built and both my grandmothers lived in, on a site where the original farm house stood, and where my father and his brothers and sisters were born. The original fireplace is still standing in the back yard and the original barn - which is now over a hundred years old - is across the field but not too far away. I used to walk out there to feed the chickens with my grandmother when I was maybe two or three. She carried the corn folded up in her apron so she only had one free hand and I was pretty much on my own...toddling along beside her. There were barn cats so I was always excited to go there, and once in a while grandma would let me carry an egg back to the house. Heady times. It's just over 800 sq feet so I will be adding another 800 sf, with a garage and family room with big windows over the meadow. Deer and fox and wild turkeys come out into the meadow, especially in the early morning and twilight. It is really quite beautiful. So the story I tell myself is that looking at deer, etc., is just as good as watching the dolphins go by. And building the addition will be pretty exciting.