My fraternal grandparents owned a farm in Wheeling. During the 1950s, my Mother and I visited them almost every Sunday until about the end of the decade. The ritual was boring for a young kid and was made better when cousins, uncles and aunts and family friends also showed up. And it was a real blessing when Jeffrey Lanes opened and gave us kids something else to do. I think my Grandfather's house, which he -- helped by his two surviving sons and my maternal grandfather -- built.