Two Big Rocks

While we were out in the street taking pictures of the house in Orderville where we grew up, this guy whizzed by and parked.  "We grew up in this house," we explained. "My father-in-law was born in that house," he countered. It turned out he is married to our double-first-cousin Dick's youngest daughter, Rochelle. We told him how we used to sleep out on the upstairs porch and worry one of the Two-Big Rocks would roll down and crush us during the night. 

"One night, I heard a rumble," he said, "and looked out just in time to see one of the rocks tumble to the bottom miraculously stopping right behind my house." "You mean, it's only One-Big Rock?" we queried. We hadn't even noticed.

 Evidence

 One Big Rock

The rock that fell landed here.

Remember how cool it was after we had climbed the steep hill to go between the rocks in the shade?

Coming back down, we often scooted on our seats.