Illinois and Aunt Bert's house...Upon arriving to Olney, Illinois, I always ask myself, "What am I doing here?". The town, with its crumbling store fronts, Wal-mart driven economy and quintessential smallness, seems to contract around me. Then I drive a few miles out of town to Farm HomeA little haven tucked amidst a cloak of trees, can you see it here?With the first step along it's winding paths I find myself breathing deeply and relaxing in the beautiful knowing that I am about to embrace an angel on earth.And then she is there, my singing, playing, laughing, praying God-mother. At 93 she is no less amazing than she was thirty years ago when I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could turn a pumpkin into a stagecoach with a flick of the wrist and a song.
AAAAAHHHHHH! Aunt Bertie