Sharon, I thoroughly enjoyed your visit back in time! I do know the thrill of touching the wood my ancestors touched (but in St. Louis, almost all obliterated). One of my older brothers (lots, lots, older, this started before I was born) told me about our dad putting him and son #2 in the old '27 Pontiac and trundling down to a market along the river somewhere, I think I recall the name Lafayette, on Sunday mornings and loading up with fruits and vegetables and special things like dill. Mom would then go into full gear and preserve dozens and dozens of jars of wonderful stuff we ate through the winter, string beans and tomatoes, bread and butter pickles and sempf ghurken, peaches and Concord grapes, applesauce and even better, apple butter, which spit all over the place. The food was much cheaper there than anywhere else (we lived out where the "savages" were, in Kirkwood). It is indeed a joy to see your family place preserved, and thank you for helping to keep it going the way it was. I would be most pleased to have a copy of that photograph, and pay for the copying and postage, if possible. Please write me off line. T. Maureen Schoenky now in Santa Susana CA