Otherwise known as the Church lots, which had the old Penrose Church on its property. Mother (and I, sometimes) burned the worst of the weeds off every spring, because they grew so tall. We dug and built roads in the soft sandy soil near the road in front of our house. The Church was a source of entertainment. We would get the key from Mother and go to play the old piano that had never been tuned, or to read the books that were in the cupboards - some of them made it to our house, and were favorites. It was only appropriate that the salvaged wood formed the ell to the blue and white house.
This paper contains facts that I was not aware nor ever thought about in the transfer of ownership. I like what I learned.
Dad had dreams for the rest of his life that he had to rebuild the Penrose church. Plus it is a wonder he and Uncle Norman didn't get killed when the entire roof structure collapsed on top of them. And then there was the decades-long accumulation of honey combs in the wall. I have recurring dreams about a secret room in the upper reaches of this building. Then there were the community dances with beer and liquor bottles tossed in the sagebrush outside the building.
Information and rare photos provided in your entire site are a treasure. I am working on a family site which includes the James Orvil Wasden and Delilah Mae Asay line. The main site is geos-rose-garden.blogspot.com for Asay, Boice, Robb, and Wasden family lines. I hope you will not mind my gleaning information and rare photos from this site to post on the Penrose Reflections portion of my family history site. I'm hoping Phil and/or Marlen will keep that portion updated. This is a great site.
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