The farm. Over 100 years in the Hunter family. Probably a transitory home to roaming bison with the occasional arrowhead being found. And back when Kansas was underwater in prehistoric times, definitely home to large fish by the teeth and fossils found.
This Saturday, April 6, marks the end of home.
I have reasoned logically that this was the right thing to do. For my parents especially the right thing to do. I had left the farm as a young boy to become a preacher kid. I left the state of Kansas to go to college. Partially motivated to go somewhere that no one knew me before. I came back to Kansas for two short years at KU. Then I was gone again and never came back as a resident; only a visitor.
But looking at maps, and eventually looking through Google Earth, at the farm location always gave me rhythm, gave me cadence in life.
Sure I can continue to look. Saturday won't change the location nor the landscape. But will looking at it from above on Google Earth still be the same?
Not being there makes it difficult. But I know preparing for Saturday hasn't been easy for my parents and my sisters. Moving, packing, hauling. A lot of work. And a lot of Hunters have passed through this land completing a lot of work. That is not easy to let go.
There are memories. But fading memories in many ways. Memories, though, never drove me home. I went home in my mind because that's where I am. I am from Kansas, in the country, finding my own solutions.
A book closes, a movie ends, but the past remains.
Update 4/12/13: It doesn't feel the same now looking through Google Earth or on the map.
|Some of the limestone walls from the old house remain in the current house.|
|The spring: giving forth water.|