I've written about Huntsville before -- this place of childhood and grandparents so dear to the Davis-McKay family heart. I hadn't been here in summer for years, and I took some time after the funeral to wander around the property, exploring the ways it had changed and hadn't changed at all. It's not home, but it is homeland.
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| The back of the East House (Granny and Grandpa's house) and West House (where I lived when I was in 4th grade)., |
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| The houses sit at the edge of 10 acres of farm-land in the midst of a beautiful mountain valley. The first enclosure is used for alfalfa cultivation. |
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| The central field is used to pasture horses. |
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| Spring Creek runs through. So many memories as a kid playing in this creek, catching tadpoles and finding shells of freshwater shellfish. |
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