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
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[...] As my mother is in Iraq (though currently “vacationing” in Romania), she can’t oversee some of the stuff she needs to do at the ranch. So I’m heading down there on Sunday for a week to have the patio done, get blinds for the windows, and arrange for the new fence. Busy times. The hardest part is going to be driving into town to get online. Oh, the horror! No e-mail at the tip of my fingers … [...]