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my grandfather bought a farm in indiana in the early 70's. on the property surrounded by woods, sits an old farmhouse, two barns, a shed, corn or soy fields, a pond, blackberry bushes, and our tree. i first remember going there with my grandfather as a kid to fish (which i never had the patience for). i can still remember the smell of that old house and of the soap he would use to wash his hands after gutting said fish. since then the farm has been a respite for his two sons and their families, a place we would go for a weekend campout or two. stijn and i exchanged our vows under that tree and my brother and his fiance will do the same next year. i'm pretty sure my cousins spent most of their summers there and perhaps it is the place where we all first drove something with a motor. a decade ago my uncle began holding big campout, family, music festivals, on labor day weekend, called gratisfest. they built a stage off of the barn, a half pipe for the kids, a bar, and lots of other additions. it's been a few years since the festival has officially been held but there is what they now call faux gratis and we are headed there this weekend to relax and enjoy the gift my grandfather has given his family. i'm not sure if he realized all those years ago how much that land would hold and mean to us but i am so grateful that we now live close enough that my children can enjoy it and create their own memories there.

here are some photos from a weekend there last month.

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