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there. Fred and Esther Bailey had two sons, Gordon and Neil, born there during the nine years they enj oyed the security and warmth of Fred' s chi1hood home. Ernest and Renon Bailey walls. Glenn and Barbara Bailey were the last of the tenants. Two of their children, Kenneth and Mary Lou, were rocked in the white wooden cradle and went with their Mother visiting or shopping in the wicker baby buggy that was part of the belongings in the home. The children were nursed through measles and mumps in the little bedroom, and aunts, uncles and cousins and other holidays. There was not much room but there was always lots of heart room. A time came when Glenn and Barbara, like the others before them, left the log cabin. tenant. It stood many years, silent and alone. So many had come and gone. There might be Others, but the years went on. Occasionally against the window or try the door for a look step just to feel the nostalgia of days past, to feel the strength of the rough-hewn logs and remember the days that were gone. As the years passed the elements and vandalism took its toll. The ground on which it stood was sold and the cabin had to be torn down or moved. There were those who remembered cabin. It was finally moved to the lot of Glen and Virginia Nielson where it stood for many Heritage Park. This was the Bailey log cabin, one of many of those early homes that has a story to be told, a s tory of s or row and happi ness, of struggle and triumph. . . a symbol of strength and integrity, a monument to those sturdy pioneers who built it, a joy to those who helped 101 |
