


Uncle Roger and his shiny, "just like new (Paint) tractor".













The Circleville 4th of July. There is nothing quite like the feeling of coming home. I get this warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart when I round the bend and drive into Circleville. All my wonderful, childhood memories come flooding back. Like the time we would catch tadpoles and frogs from the big pond, swimming down the canal and jumping in from a rope swing, riding horses, running races and the time Cousin Tim put me on a cow to ride. I could go on and on. It was so fun for me to take my kids back and show them where I spent my summers. Circleville is magical for me and it hasn't changed a bit. Thank you Aunt Bev for bringing us all back and putting on such a fantastic reunion. There was only two things missing Nana and Poppy (my grandparents), but I can still feel them there. My heart was filled with Joy.
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