The hill above where the barn once stood is speckled with new homes. It’s surely hard for the people who live there to imagine a time when a small lone farm house stood on the level ground below their development.

For as long as I could remember, my grandmother, Elsie Seymour Turner Heiskell and her brother Clyde Seymour had lived in that house on what was then a sparsely graveled rutted lane off Hickory Star Road.