It all started quite by accident on Memorial Day 1994. It seems like only yesterday, and yet like an eternity ago.
Some lucky folk inherit the family homestead.
Twenty-two years ago, after our daughter was born, my husband, Tom, and I decided to leave the suburbs for life in a small town. I grew up on a small farm in Illinois and my husband grew up in a small town in mid- Missouri. We both love the life in the country, where you know all of your neighbors, and we wanted to raise our children with a real sense of community. After much searching we moved our small family to High Hill, a town of 200 people located in the rolling hills of central Missouri along Interstate 70. Our daughter was a year old at the time and our son would be born a year later.