That little tiny dot is my grandfather walking over to the cafe.  His truck is parked by the fruit stand for unloading fruit.

I’m in the stand, but you wouldn’t know it. 

That was my job in 1958, manning the fruit stand.  I’m sure  I didn’t do a very good job, but I felt important.

 This is a 60 acre fruit farm, complete with cherries, apples, prunes, blood plums and pears.  The 10 acres (you can’t see) are pasture for the milk cow and her calf. 

I lived with my parents at the edge of the cherry orchard.

Today, if you were to drive by this place on your way to either Eckert, or Cedaredge, or Grand Mesa, Colorado, all you would see would be houses.  Everything is gone.

Not a tree or orchard anywhere.  Just houses and houses and more houses.

Progress always moves forward and the older you get, the past always seems better.

Linda