Updated: May 20, 2020
I married late in life to a man who grew up on a small farm in Northern Wisconsin. His parents raised ten children there, worked hard on the farm and gave a lot to their church and their community. I never met his father and knew his mother only briefly. Ten years after the last person lived in the house, some things remained untouched. Someday these personal items will go to a grandchild or great-grandchild who might want them. For now, this image connects me in my urban home to the rural past, my husband's heritage and Ruth.