Tonight's installment is all about the farm. For those who don't know about where I grew up, here's the story: I was raised on a farm in rural West Central Minnesota, about 45 minutes from Fargo, ND. (Yes, that's closer to the Canadian border than to Minneapolis. And, yes, people really do talk funny around there, don'tcha know.) It's about as rural as you can get. Lake Park is the closest town 7 miles away, population 700. Our farm was a certified seed farm, so no cows or pigs or any other animals. We raised crops and sold the seed to other farmers to plant. Since my dad died when I was 11, my mom has been renting out the land. The farm has two homes on it: my family's home that was built right before I was born in 1977 and my grandparents' home that was built long ago -- my grandfather was born IN the house!
I took a ton of pictures while Danny and I were there. My grandmother died last year and we're not sure if the house and buildings will stand the test of time much longer. It was so great to share that piece of my childhood with Danny and for him to have his grandma all to himself. And such a relief to enjoy some complete silence again for a while.
Tomorrow, I'll try to have the pictures up of our crazy time in Minneapolis with Danny's cousins. For now, here are the pictures of the farm. Enjoy!!! Click here to see the photo album.
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