Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL. She was in charge of the horses. The address of my house in AK was a Star Route (AK's version of Rural Route) for a very long time, and it's still surrounded by woods. She's farm folk, I'm wilderness folk. Well, wilderness folk that ran to a city as soon as she could and never looked back, but still.

oh my gosh, I just did a google search for my grandparent's dairy and came across a board where people were talking about old Wilmington and there were posts about food nostalgia that mention the milkshakes from the dairy. now I'm crying.

Aw.

I didn't grow up on a farm but the address we lived on in NJ was a RR.

(My dad grew up on a farm and he had a street address. Weird, no?)

Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL.

That's where Grandpa A's farm was!!! In fact, I lived in Lockport the first three years of my life!

My grandfather made the BEST milkshakes.

awww, lisah. That's cool.

Now I want a milkshake, except I have a head-cold so dairy is the last thing I should have.

I have some leftover wonton soup in the fridge, but it's kind of nasty. I don't think I'm going to get that from that restaurant anymore.

I just discovered that gmail played a trick on me: it marked a number of emails I get (including all my "google alerts") as spam.

I'm still wierded out that my mother grew up in a town and had no street number! The address was just Family, Street, Town.

Another friend of mine from college was weirded out that my parents' address has a single-digit number -- it made her think I was from some small town. But that's because she lived in the kind of suburbia where every house has a five-digit number.

That's where Grandpa A's farm was!!! In fact, I lived in Lockport the first three years of my life!

Lordy - our grandparents probably knew each other!