This has been "home" for me in Houstonia, MO since I was born. But for my mother and dad, it has been home for their 69 years of marriage, and mother had lived here since she was 8 years old. So, for over 85 years, this has been "home." Every single picture I've taken has wonderful memories. (I can't believe I was allowed to practice my pitching with my target underneath the bay windows --- not much room for error!) After Dad experienced a stroke in his "good" eye on April 4, we began the journey of relocating to DeSoto, MO....right next door to my sister, Marilyn. 
Our living room, dining room, and kitchen.
It was still very cool those early weeks in April, but Mother and Dad took regular walks. Mother typically points things out with her cane. (Mother doesn't have "blue" hair....it's her fuzzy warm hat!)
Dad adapted to his limited eyesight quickly and we had to remind ourselves of his low vision. He continued to do the mowing.
The apple trees blossomed out and were beautiful. It was a bumper crop of apples this year.
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