Grist Mill

Down the road, going toward the church and on past, there was a grist mill run by the Horn family, distance relatives on my mother’s side, I think.

We would take our corn and they would turn it into flour or meal. I think we did some kind of exchange but I do not remember what it was.

But never on a Sunday!

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