"What My Great Grandmother Saw." Her oil painting of the old family homestead, and my go at doing it

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7. Thank you. Oceanville, ME. Until we had to sell it, it was the oldest house on the island still

in its original family. I could go into the attic and look at wedding dresses from multiple eras, marvel at the broken spinning wheels and rope beds, and peek at the calendars from the turn of the 19th century still tacked to the wall from when kids slept up there. One time I found a wee little leather shoe on the ground outside under the eaves, the kind that was one piece and you folded it up and tied with with rawhide. Showed it to my grandparents then left it on the kitchen table, but when parents came to get me it was gone. I can’t prove it, but I am pretty sure the Irish Setter ate it.