In an old house one hundred and five years ago a little boy was born,, he grew up here, working the farm with his parents and siblings, became a logger then worked in a lumber mill. When the WWII broke out, he served in the Army and after that he returned for awhile to this idyllic little town.
He,with his wife and children moved to the city eventually. In his heart this was always and forever home, After he retired he moved here, spent his days living as he wanted to, he often told me that this was what he wanted most.
To live out his time here. This humble old farmhouse, is a mighty fortress. And that humble man was mighty.
