Two weeks from Saturday, a huge wedding takes place at my ancestral home on the farm I grew up on. My brother's son, the fifth generation of family to live on and operate the farm, will be getting married. I imagine that means there will be a sixth generation on the family farm before long! This house was built in 1902 for my great grandparents, the C.H. Curtises. It has had births occur in it and deaths and even a funeral took place there in 1905. But I believe this is the first wedding to take place there. An event full of history for the family and the small Valley that is home to the family farm. I am sorry my mother did not live to see this event, as it would have thrilled her no end. The farm was from her side of the family and it was in her blood. She was literally born there and lived there until her death, other than a few intermittent periods in her life.