I was going through some old drawings and came across one my Dad drew of a place we used to go in Vermont many years ago. It was owned by jw friends of the family, and we went there every summer and every fall. I miss that old place... a 200 year old farmhouse sitting atop 1000 acres in Andover, VT. Spring water that you collected...kerocene lamps, wood stoves.... clean fresh air...good memories of a simpler times
Here's Dad's drawing... followed by one of mine on the side of the same house
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