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  • As I put the dog (Cajun) out this morning, I looked up at the mighty oaks that surround my house and encircle my back yard. I felt them looking down at me - watching over me. There's a presence. I wonder if Nick Nickmeier, the original owner of the house, ever did and felt the same thing? I wonder if Great Grandpa Hager ever looked up at any of these trees, or their forebears, when he marched through here as a young teen during the Civil War? I wonder, as my thoughts wander. I feel a momentary connection. And all I had to do was look up. How about that!
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