Summary
Most people have a warm spot in heart and memory for the place they called home as a youth, where they began the journey to adulthood. Some refer to it as "the home place," others as "back home," but few forget the role that it played in their lives.
For many it meant Mom and Dad, the scent of home-baked bread and pies, the fragrance of laundry, fresh off the clothes lines, a roast in the oven and fun with brothers and sisters. Thus, when such a place is relegated to the scrap heap, when nothing is left but the foundation, there has to be an accompanying sense of loss. Part of a family's history tends to disappear along with the bricks and mortar.See the full content of this document
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Demolition Floods Memories with 'Home'
When the large, two-story, white home, adjacent to the residence of Sarah Oliver on Highway 35 and owned since 2005 by Peter Eck, met with demolition recently, it brought to mind much of the past history of the buil...
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