There’s a nice post from Ginny, who calls herself “gypsygirlgrounded” at http://gypsygirlgrounded.blogspot.com/
She says “We drove around and I took some photos of the place I once called home. As a child we lived in an old, two bedroom farmhouse in Rio Linda. My first memories are there. My first memory of having a memory is there. My father had a worm farm and enough acreage to hide, get into trouble, and just be kids. My mom always had a vegetable garden. I had a pony named Nugget. We were a sanctuary for unwanted farm animals (a goat, sheep, chickens) as well as other strays (cats, dogs, peacocks, a white barn owl) that found their way to our happy home.”
Nice reading. Thanks Ginny.
