Before departing Minnesota, I drove up to my grandmother’s house in a tiny town (less than 600 people, mind you) where she’s lived the majority of her life, and where my own mother grew up. I took these photos in the backyard. In front of me, what you can’t see, are acres of corn fields. Over my lifetime, and the seven years I myself lived in Minnesota, this tiny American town has become somewhat of my home, too.
I really wanted to entitle this post “The tornado is coming.” I grew up in Northern Virginia, a place safe from such natural phenomena. During summer visits to Freeport, as a child, I would get so scared when there were tornado warnings and the town sirens would go off. Grandma Viola didn’t bat an eyelash! I remember sleeping in the guest room with the covers pulled tightly under my chin, and being so scared as the lightning continuously lit up the entire room, just like a light switch being turned on and off in an instant. It’s a wonder I ever got any sleep.
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