This house built by William Moreland just after the turn of the nineteenth century was home to Frederick Kump, the village blacksmith during the Civil War. The wing in the back was once a separate shed, but was attached to the house and made into a kitchen.
who will find a hospitable welcome inside by the fire.
The garden is well attended and the fence keeps the little critters out. But where is the bucket for the well to water the garden?
The house lies nestled among the trees by a quiet pasture field.
It seems that the owner is contemplating a trip somewhere and has already begun to pack for the journey.
Does that mean someone is leaving our little village? Are they coming back?