I have an obsession with old objects....objects that hold stories....objects that hold a history. This was once a plow that dug deep into the earth with the brute force of an oxen or work horse. Now it is a lawn ornament...this time of year a snow ornament. Buried. Silent.
Note: Day 2 for Father John
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It also was what us kids would sit on, while one or two of us pulled it around! We had so much fun at your house and the inn. I will NEVER forget those memories. I am so happy to have them to cherish forever!
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