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Thursday, June 2, 2011
Dear Henninger Farm House,
You are my first house memory.
I remember your kitchen and birthday parties in
your dining room.
I held my newborn brother on a red couch in
your living room. I remember him
falling down your wood stairs when he was
older! The living room windows and the
drive are on the west side, and a half-mile to the
west is the cemetery where my grandpa is buried.
We raced into your cellar to take shelter from a tornado once. And I remember men
delivering coal into that same cellar.
I saw red lights from Rudolph's nose (I'm sure!) out the three windows
that faced north from my room.
I watched a foal being born through the dutch doorof your barn in the middle of
We moved from you just after I turned six, but I remember you and I will have a