Some of my memory recall of the Buenting farm are when I could haul a basket of cobs from the cob building and then thought I had the right to put my feet up on the cob box and sit in the chair by the cook stove. I thought it was a big deal to get to sit on the bench at the table. Our visits to the farm were few and far between but do remember the big house with all the bedrooms upstairs. It was a real treat to get to sleep in the south upstairs bedroom after uncle Henry left the farm. The long lane lined with trees was so very cool. I was too young to remember grandpa but memories with grandma was always inviting and had that chronic smile. I treasure the chance for my children to each sit in the chair with grandma and the four generation picture.
Grandma would visit our farm every other year and it was special to sit and play dominoes with her and later at her funeral was honored to be one of her six pallbearers.
Later years we would visit the area for a reunion and would meet at uncle Louie’s for an evening. Each time there would be a “meeting” in his basement for a treat buried in his freezer and each would get a sip. He had this magic smile as he enjoyed the time with all of us together and the horseshoe tournaments near his machine shed.
All of these memories are treasured and one has a good feeling during recall of these times of reflection. We cannot bring back the past but continue to build on them and hope it continues for the next generation.