Along the way to the stone house is this old barn foundation.
Now it's all covered with vinca vines, planted by someone years ago.
As I was walking past this afternoon I noticed something I'd never
seen before. There at the end of the cement walkway through
the middle of the barn was this name and date.
Alice was the only daughter of the man who built the stone house
back in 1882. In 1911 she would have been 22 years old.
Do you ever imagine what people might have been doing 100 years
ago, on the same spot where you live now? I can just picture young
Alice, heading out to pick some spring flowers for their table.
Maybe she stopped to rest and look out at the prairie grass
and listen to the birds singing up a storm like they were today.
People who built their homes out of stone back then wanted
their place to endure. They had an eye for the future.
Unfortunately for Mr. Cox, who built our stone house,
his family did not endure to live and farm on the place
for generations, but that's another story.
Home is such a nice place to be, and I can imagine young
Alice setting her pretty flowers on their dining room table.
She lived her whole life here at the stone house.
Here is a link to the story of the beginning of our stone house.
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