This is the overgrown entrance to the "Y" mountain house. The new owner that bought it from my cousin a few years ago was gracious enough to let our whole family tromp through her house so we could walk down memory lane. This was the one stop on the route that I had memories of my own. Of my grandma's stale air popped unflavored popcorn on the counter. Her player piano that we all loved to sit at. Her creepy downstairs that I don't think I even ventured into in her lifetime. The huge rubber tree plant that overwhelms the living room. It was great to go back and reminisce together.
We were the four cousins close in age that would always play when our families got together. Taken in front of the famous rubber tree. Notice how I tower over them at a whopping 5'4". The Grow family is a short bunch.
On our fist stop we weren't able to go inside the first house. We went back the next day and were able to see inside.
McKay, Ellie, Grandma, Lindsay, Me, Grandpa, and Aaron. All in front of the house at 314 North.
