Approaching the Ranch
My mother has always been passionate about the ranch, which my grandparents bought during the Depression. I had never felt the same connection — until this trip. This time, it occurred to me that the ranch is the one constant place in my life; in fact, I can’t remember a time without it.
And it’s funny that you think you forget roads and how to get to a place, but your subconscious remembers the route. Here’s driving in:
We go straight.
Straight again.
The original sign disappeared years ago; Mother painted a new one and tacked it back up to the same tree.
This is it.
New red roof on the barn
A straighter shot.
Millie’s house (once Nini’s house). This is a story in and of itself.
The brand-spanking new ranch house:
As we’re walking down the road
