David’s family were farmers in the Delta prior to the Civil War. They had kept their family farm intact for over 200 years, and we were really looking forward to spending the weekend. The old farmhouse sounded particularly amazing. It was built from timber milled from trees on the original homestead. David had shown me pictures and I’d shared them with Maggie. We were so excited to be going.
We were going to have the main house all to ourselves and, other than the caretaker and his family, who lived in a separate house on the property, we would be on the old 300-acre farm to relax and enjoy it pretty much on our own.
The week flew by and we both took off at noon on Friday to get a head start on the rush-hour traffic. Maggie had a friend at the hospital who had graciously offered the use of her recently deceased father’s vintage 1968 Ford Galaxie convertible, and as Maggie loved convertibles she jumped at the chance to drive with the top down all the way to David’s farm.