Remembering Lionsville. Bronwyn Bancroft. 2013.

Come with me to my family’s old house in Lionsville. It’s full of memories. It’s a special place. Uncle Pat calls it a secret place.

We played in that old tin cubby, swam in the creek with the catfish, and fell asleep to the ribbing of frogs at night.

And around the red cedar table we listened to the old people’s stories. We learned a lot that way.