Thanks for posting about the tower, Bob. I would have enjoyed seeing and hearing it come down. I remember watching it being built.I have many memories of that park so the kids and I hopped in the car with the camera. Later we walked thru the woods where I spent many happy hours. We ended our homestead tour by saying hello to my childhood home, snapping photos of the kids sitting on the white rock that's been there for 50 years and standing next to the maples that their Grandpa Whit planted 40+years ago. Even the bell my Mother would ring to get us home is still on the house. My Mother never, never yelled. I talked to a guy at the park and we laughed about we'd see the tower and knew we were getting close to home.
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