I lived in the city, but my grand-father lived on a Farm, near Evans City, Pa. I"d spend time on his farm every summer, helping him with all kinds of things. They lived in an old farm house, parlor and kitchen on first floor, 2 bedrooms on second floor, out-house out back. I started spending lots of time there during school vacation. He farmed with horses. Had some cows, a few pigs, lots of chickens, and a barn where us kids would practice being circus performers, etc. When the folks got too old to do the work required on the farm, they moved to the suburbs, and lived in a small cottage. My family would travel out there twice a summer month, unless there were "doins" like a picnic. Grand Mother died, but Grand-father lived to be 98 YOA. I got drafted and was in combat in France, in the 90th Division, but i trained with the 78th Div, for basic. Fast forward 30 years, i joined the 78th. Division club. Talking to one of the members, turned out he lived on Grampaws farm!So, i paid him a visit. Alas--all of the buildings, barns, and house, everything. GONZO! Everything was different. The spring had been covered and a pump put in. A septic system and inside plumbing. A nice house that they lived in. Where i had lived in town, i stopped one day, saw a lady sitting on the porch, told her the house had been my home. We talked for a while. She asked about something inside that had her puzzled. She asked why the dining room ceiling had a large wrinkled place in it. So, i told her that when my Dad and Uncle Elmer Stewart were finishing off the attic. Elmer slipped and put his foot thru the ceiling of the dining room! They patched it up, but didn"t do a good job of it. AHH, the good old days!