I added a Gallery of photos I took of Grandpa’s house before it was torn down last year.  It took me awhile to look at them again, simply because every room held so many memories for all of us.  It pretty much was home for all of us at one time or another. 

It’s the house I was born in and learned to walk.  It was there that all my cousins played hide and seek, and many other games throughout our childhood.  It’s the home where our family had many important conversations and celebrated many happy events.

It was hard to look at the pictures for sometime, and it still is.  In every photo, I can recall at least a dozen conversations that took place.  It’s a bit sad to see the house emptied out, but I hope it brings back some good memories for everyone.