These are the remains of the old farmhouse on our family farm. The buildings were abandoned in 1944, when the new house and barn further down in the valley were ready.
My uncles and aunt, grandad, and many generations before, were born here. My mom was born in the new house.
There isn't much left of the main house, only the walls. But my uncle (89), who was with us on this Sunday walk, showed us where all the rooms used to be. 😊
