The allee of stately maples leading to the Beki House, then and now.

My mother in 1942. Myself in 1995.

Much has changed. The road leading up to Beki House is now paved. It has become a public thoroufare.

Cars race up and down the once quiet country road where horses clip clopped peacefully and only rarely did a motorized vehicle make its way up to the homestead.