I have my own very special memories of some times I spent in the Catskill Mountains.
This post made me feel like I had actually been there with Kerry.
“Life is good when your best memories were made in the barn.” –Unattributed
My cousin posted this saying on Facebook recently and it got an immediate reaction from my sister and from me.
We know about barns. And farms. And memories. And a wonderful place to be a child.
The farm belonged to my paternal grandparents and Sangers had been on that land since the late 1700s.
The farm was a perfect place to ramble for hours, with no supervision, and the barn seems to have been the center of our activities.
I remember climbing a vertical ladder set into the wall, up into the haymow, and not being able to get down until my grandmother came from the house to help me.
I remember running away from home with a bandana tied to a stick, like I had seen on TV, and running as…
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