tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post6214905847081343478..comments2024-01-27T01:54:03.345-06:00Comments on Yaya's Home: A Single-File MemoryYaya' s Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10766073744832801633noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-53781493189743741772010-09-14T19:21:50.694-05:002010-09-14T19:21:50.694-05:00What a wonderful mental image! I grew up in a sma...What a wonderful mental image! I grew up in a small town, then moved to a bigger city and like it here very much. Still, there's that part of me, just a couple generations removed, that longs to live on a farm. My husband's family was from Cleveland via New York and Hungary, and most of the men worked in theatres as projectionists. One time he asked me if there was a profession that most of the men in my family followed and I said, "farmer". It's the truth...Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18338983050389000985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-91229963230416590322010-09-13T11:42:45.496-05:002010-09-13T11:42:45.496-05:00Wow, that must've been a picture!
I've li...Wow, that must've been a picture!<br /><br />I've lived in the city most of my life, and then the suburbs. Farm life is so far removed from me, but I know I'm missing out on things I can't get in a city or suburb.Theresa Milsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03477761307315565259noreply@blogger.com