My mother-in-law was raised on a farm. Like many farm girls, she headed for the big city as soon as she was old enough. By the late 1950s, life had not turned out quite as she planned. She returned to her old neighborhood; a single mom with four youngsters in tow. Undaunted, she bought an old farm house and soon became involved in the community.
In those days communities knew what they wanted or needed. Whether it was a park or a restaurant, if they wanted it, they built it. One thing they felt was needed was a nursing home so they would have a place to live that would provide for their needs...
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