'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home
This is the house that daddy built in 1948 and evertime I see it I aways remember the joy that we all shared under that roof and the sorrows also.
1 comment:
We know the picture was
taken after daddy passed
away as the mailbox is
on the porch.
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