My Mom moved to this home with her parents, grandfather, sister and
brother in 1930 when she was 3 years old. When my Mom married her childhood sweetheart in 1948, they moved into
this home with her parents and shared the living quarters. By that time, her grandfather had died and her siblings
had married and moved out. I lived in this home with with my parents, sister and brother until I married my high
school sweetheart and best friend. My husband and I built our new home on this road on my parent's property.
In 1985, my parents decided to down-size and built a ranch style home at the end of the lane on the other side of the road.
So, we had the opportunity to move back into my childhood home. Our children, Heidi and Dan were fortunate to still
live near their grandparents. So, the memories continued as they walked down the lane to meet the bus or stop over at
Nana's and Papa's for a second breakfast. The memories continued as the fifth generation lived here.
When our daughter was married, she and her husband moved back to this area and they lived with us while our daughter was pregnant
with twins. They were able to move into their first home the month before the twin boys were born in November of
1999. My Dad died on July 5, 2000 and Mom died on July 4, 2001. What a sad year it was! The twins brought
such joy into our lives as we dealt with the loss of Dad and Mom. In 2001, our son was married and he and his new wife
moved in with us while their home was being built on the same road on the other side of my parent's home on our property.
Then, in 2004, our daughter, her husband and our grandsons moved in with us for several months while their new home was being
built. The sixth generation was living and loving here like all of us had done in previous years. You guessed
it!!! Their home is on the same road,also. It is so pleasant to sit on the front porch and be able to see
our children's homes and reflect on all of the wonderful memories we have had in this home. We know that you'll
make memories during your stay with us as well.
Carolyn Smith Beal