Farm I grew up on is all houses now. Shame since the place was a land grant back when people came to the colonies from England. Hate to see the inside of the house now but when I lived there it had all the hand made unpainted woodwork including the doors on the big walk in fireplace and all the doors and hardware in the house. I know at least 1 wall was knocked out where the wrap around built in leather couch was. They tore the coupala off the barn too where the original bell still hung and was able to be rung. Breaks my heart when I ride there. The old sign that said Ben Johnson Rd on it to mark the road is now gone too. (my grandfather was Ben Johnson) it is now just Johnson Rd.

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