I can remember Friday nights at Grandma and Grandpa Underwood's house like it was yesterday. Pizza/Beer on the patio was where our family met every Friday growing up. Grandpa had an old fridge he turned into a kegerator and this is where my siblings and I learned to "refill" the perfect pitcher of beer from a tap :)
Sometimes Grandpa played waltz type music in the garage and would dance with us kids. Grandma used to be an avid square dancer so we learned those moves as well. There were never family arguments that I recall it was always a very happy, warm inviting place. When Grandma and Grandpa decided the Ozarks was the next adventure Uncle Kevin and Aunt Jill took over the family home. Almost 19 years later they too have bigger dreams. It only took this amazingly characterized home a few months to sell and become some other families memory box. We went by last week and took pictures and said farewell to another one of files chapters.
Goodbye to ONE of the HOMES that BUILT ME :)
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