Berry, KY
My mom grew up in a small town in Central Kentucky called Berry. Small as in there were only 300-400 people total. My Grandmother and her husband lived in the old family house on a tobacco and cattle farm. Since it was just about an hour and a half away, we used to visit often and always would go on Christmas Day. Well, my Grandmother passed away ten years ago, so the tradition obviously stopped. Shortly after her death, because no one in the family wanted/could move into the family home they auctioned it off which was pretty sad because it was built by my great-great-grandpa (or something like that). We still have the farm in the family between my mom, her brother, and my great Aunt, but it’s managed by a family friend.
Anyway, that’s the backstory. I hadn’t visited for probably seven years but we met my sister and Uncle about a half an hour away from the farm, so I decided to take T.J. and Eva on a slight detour on our way home so they could see it all. When the farm and house first came into sight, I have to admit, I teared up a bit. I hadn’t been for long and that place holds so many memories, but they’re all in the past now. Well, we pulled over and got out for a minute or so. It was too cold to get out for too long, but I took them into the barn where they hang the tobacco and showed them around a little bit. There was even a little pony which pranced around for us, like he was showing off.
It was a good time and fun to reminisce.