I am a pretty sentimental person and when my parents left Sams Valley and moved to Salem, it was a bit traumatic. I had already left for college and was not even there for the packing and moving but having my childhood home sold and closing that chapter of my life was more sad than it was exciting. Whenever I drive back through, I am always filled with a sense of sad nostalgia and missing what was once "home". Tresa offered to give me one of her prized braided rugs! I immediately jumped on the chance to stop by on the way home and pick up this treasure for my home! I remember many many times watching Tresa make these braided rugs as a child. She would find old wool garments and make them into strips which she would then braid and sew together. Turning down the road that led home...traveled thousands of times. Gilman Dairy Familiar Farm Fields A little peak at the place that was my second home. This is where I spent so much time as a chil...