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I took Kristin recently to see where my paternal great-grandmother lived. My father was raised by his grandmother after his mother died, and they were always very close. I remember that she made some of the best apple pie you could ever hope to taste. I discovered that her house is gone, and one would be hard pressed to even locate the spot where it once stood.

After driving by her old home place, I remembered enough about the old roads to be able to find her burial space. She was a wonderful woman, who had many hardships during her lifetime, including having a husband who died almost fifty years before she passed, but she always maintained a positive attitude.
(Note: because of foliage I was unable to get this shot centered. I'll crop it to make it centered and straight when I have more time.)