After losing my dad in May of 2026, it occurred to me that I am the keeper of the memories.

I should write them down before I forget them.

Our family lives traditionally. By that, I mean we have multiple generations under the same roof. We listen to the elders and we watch the children stumble around to see if they can find a better way than the old way. We use old recipes to make new dishes. We share stories from generations before us to keep the memories alive. To keep those who have passed on alive.

Enjoy a look into the life that came before the homestead.