"Where's my family??"

When I was 19, I left town for three weeks to be in the cast of the Hill Cumorah Pageant in upstate New York. Upon my return, as I walked up the front sidewalk to my family's home, I discovered.....the house was empty!! My family had moved while I was gone. Now this was way before cell phones, so they had no way to warn me, but I swear there was no discussion about moving before I left. I had no idea where to find them, so I called my grandma and asked her, "Where's my family???" She said, "Oh, they moved out to West Mountain". Turns out my dad decided my five younger brothers didn't have enough to do, so he bought a farm with 15-acres of apple trees. There was a small home on the property with three bedrooms. My parents had a room; my grandpa, who was living with us at the time had a room; and my five brothers shared one room. That left the couch for me on the weekends......at least for the next year until I was married. Every fall I remember those crisp, juicy apples we could pick right off the trees. At some point, mom and dad moved back into town, but our West Mountain farm has always remained in our memories and my brothers learned the value of work, just the way dad had intended.