will serve to remind us of other things. BWBandy over at "Everybody Has To Be Somewhere" posted some pictures today. (He posts some really nice photos that are fun and interesting.) They were of a small abandoned house out on the prairie. The last one was of a door with an old wooden sign on the ground that said "West View." That door and sign brought to mind this photo I have of my Great Grandmother, Adella Caroline (Curtis) Paul.
About 1893, my Great Grandparents moved their family from Chenango County, New York to Minnesota. They stayed with relatives in Duluth for a time and then settled on land outside Barnum. There was a log cabin on the property where they lived before moving to a larger house. I learned from reading old letters and stories written by some of her children that she was fond of standing in that doorway of an evening to watch the sun go down. She loved a beautiful sunset.
She died twenty years before I was born, so I never had the privilege of knowing her. Even so, this is my favorite photo of her and it makes me feel like I know just a little bit of who she was.
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