We are on a hillside. A plateau has been constructed where our house stands, built maybe in 1949, 1950. The hill continues up behind us, to another plateau. It looks like a pasture, with an elderly
apple tree to one side. We learned from a woman who grew up here that the house used to be up there. Let me tell you, that is a serious climb in the summer, never mind the winter! Quite steep! Seven kids in a two-room house without indoor plumbing.
The house burned down when she was young, and our current house was built to replace it.
We drive the
tractor (carefully) to the upper pasture, and walk up the hill, but everyone who walks is out of breath at the top. I can't imagine after a 4-foot blizzard.
Anyhow, back to the topic. We find little artifacts here and there - a bottle, a broken mower blade, a piece of thick broken glass (from another bottle). I was digging today, planting another
apple tree, and I found charred
wood, immediately under the grass. Another bit of the history.