This was the house my mother grew up in. It was always my dream house. I was extremely distressed twenty years ago when we had to sell it after Grandpa passed, and I had no earthly reason to live in Rochester New York. If I thought I could handle that much winter, I would have stayed in Chicago. Now that is a really kewl city. They leave things like this just strewn around for our fun…
My creative journey
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