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The Crystal Springs Farm was 248 acres of what I look back on as a wonderful,
and nothing short of magical, place for a young fella to grow up. Most of it's acreage was made up of woods and ravines,
orchards, streams and ponds, even the Tioughanioga River and the Lehigh Valley Railroad ran through it. It had many outbuildings
still standing, left from majestic era, abandonded remnants of a time long ago. They were not being used by my Dad, so it
seemed that they all belonged to me, and became a very important part of my world. The huge old two family farmhouse with
it's attics and cellars to explore, the barn with it's mysterious haymow full hay to build forts and tunnels
in, high beams to climb on and a marvelous old rope hanging from it's peak to swing on... all of these things and
more made up what was to me a never ending source of excitement and adventure. With my imagination as my guide, the Crystal
Springs Farm created for me a world of my very own that could be anything I wanted it to be. I know now, after all these years,
that those times were special beyond words, and I was very lucky, very lucky indeed, to have had that old Farm as my boyhood
friend, a friend that has always been with me. You see, I don't just remember those years, when I bring back my memories,
I am there. I am actually there, back on the Farm... I feel the warmth of the sun on my face, I smell the crisp clean air,
and I can actually feel the friendship that the Farm always surrounded me with. And after all these years I still experience
the freedoom of the soul that wandering through it's pastures, and down it's dusty rut filled tractor
paths, has always offered me. I truely feel blessed, for my old friend the Farm, and for my many memories that keep it
forever in my heart.
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