As I turned the corner into the kitchen of the Patterson House at Ardenwood Historic Farm, I found an old fashioned phone looking back at me, smiling not in a customary way, but all in a way of it’s own.
As I turned the corner into the kitchen of the Patterson House at Ardenwood Historic Farm, I found an old fashioned phone looking back at me, smiling not in a customary way, but all in a way of it’s own.