Where I grew up Grandma Moses had lived on the mountain behind us. I used to follow the old road, then a logging trail, now a hunting lease and camp. I knew all the cellar holes, old wells, and of one cook stove in a cellar hole. Found a mason jar full of mold, still sealed in the woods, maybe a lost lunch? Across the road my father owned, now my sis's, and old barn, half house with plaster, that had been a home.
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