I drove out in the country yesterday. Around here, the country means unpaved switchback, curvy, twisty roads with plunge-to-your-death dropoffs right off the road. Guard rails? Puh-leeze! No such thing. What makes me go out there? My family goes back in these West Virginia hills 200 years. My great-grandfather’s farm is a couple miles from here. You drive out this unpaved crazy road, ford a river (and I mean FORD a river, there’s no bridge) and there it is, hundreds of acres of family history. On up the road is my great-great-grandfather’s farm, and his house is still standing. None of this property is in my family anymore. I drive out there looking for For Sale signs, dreaming about taking back a piece of my roots. Maybe I will…….
I want a barn of my own. You? What do you have a hankering for in your secret heart of hearts?