A few weeks ago, my brothers made the trek from Chicago to join me and the rest of my father’s family in visiting Gessner one last time. This beautiful old farmhouse, named for the road near which it stands, was the place where my grandma lived for over forty years and where the three of us had spent much of our childhoods. Now my grandma’s fragile health has forced her into assisted living and the house, now empty, has to be sold.
Fortunately, my brothers and I were able to use this reunion to re-live long-cherished memories and lay claim to artifacts from our childhoods. Here are some of the highlights of that last, bittersweet visit.