Years ago, I was charmed by this old homestead. It’s located near Yonah Dam; and while I was in college, I often rode out to a park located across from this barn and the house that is attached to it. In the summer, I would listen to normal sounds coming from the family who lived here—sounds that families make when they are together. The closing of a screen door, the sound of a mother’s voice as she calls to her son, or the chatter of friends on the screened-in front porch. The house is silent now and the barn is empty. Last week, I walked across the yard to the barn after realizing that Georgia Power now owns the property. “It’s sad,” I commented to a friend, “Time really does change things.”