It was a haunting experience - like stepping back into time - to see Oliver's house today.  The home - built some time in the 1880s - still looks very similar to the way it did back in the time of Esther, Edith and Oliver.  Though many of the structures remain, they are a bad state of decay from the passing years.

While taking pictures of the outside of the house, I could feel the memories visualizing in my mind Oliver sitting on his porch sipping tea with Edith on a warm Summer's day.  I had a lot of fun poking around the property.

And inside was a real treat.  The kitchen where Edith was found dead has retained much of the same look.  And Jessie Mae - the current occupant - was so kind as to give me a tour through the rooms of the old house.  This included a trip up the creeky stairs to the bedrooms.  How many times had Oliver and Edith climbed those stairs?  I was able to walk in the footsteps of my ancestors.

The upstairs main bedroom was rather large.  This is probably where Oliver and Esther (his mother) died.  There was in total four family deaths at this house: Esther (1925), Clarence (1930s), Oliver (1956), and Edith (1962).

I did not take any pictures of the inside of the house to protect the privacy of Jessie Mae and her family.

Finally, Jessie took us to the living room to view a painting she found of Edith.  My mother - who accompanied me - recognized Edith immediately as she had the privilege of having had met her.  Jessie Mae found the painting under the stairs in a closet.

All in all, it was a pleasure to view Oliver's home.  I am thankful to Jessie Mae for allowing me on the property.