Sunday was a beautiful fall day on the Gette Farm. The fall is my favorite of our four distinct seasons. The crisp air felt great as I worked gathering up firewood that had been cut and split the previous week. After spending the bulk of my time stacking the wood in two outdoor sheds I decided to clean out an old indoor shed to keep my smaller kindling wood dry for the upcoming winter season. 

 As I entered the shed I noticed many items that had been there since Doc had stuck them on shelves over sixteen years ago. Behind some chicken wire, an old sled and a couple of wooden pallets I found a hand painted Gette Farm sign that a friend of mine and Amy's had painted for our wedding back in 1981. The sign hung at the bottom of the lane on the mail box that special day alerting guest that they had reached The Gette Farm.

Pam Reager, our neighbor across the street from the Boalsburg House was a beautiful, dedicated, elementary school teacher who quickly became a close friend of both Amy and I shortly after moving into the neighborhood with her husband. One thing lead to another and before we knew it her and her husband separated and later divorced leaving Pam with a large four bedroom home to support. Well after taking a lesson right out of the The Boalsburg House Pam soon had three new roommates. One was the girlfriend of one of our roommates and one ended up being one of my future business partners. As you can imagine the foot traffic between our houses was crazy at times especially with a keg on tap at all times in The Boalsburg House. 

Pam ended up dating another of our roommates, Tommy K. and although their wonderful relationship was short lived due to a substantial age difference I am not sure she really got over that loss. She ended up quiting her teaching job, selling her house and moving back to her hometown to enter into a family business.  

We stayed in contact with Pam and eventually she ended up marrying her old high school sweetheart.  That relationship also soured after a number of years and Pam became more and more reclusive. Many of our friend reached out however nothing seemed to pull her out of the depression. Even Tommy K. communicated and still the depression kept a tight grip on her.  One morning the pain became to much for her to handle. She composed a short email explaining her pain and medicated herself for one final sleep. 

So on this beautiful fall day, cleaning out the storage shed, I have located a hidden treasure that will now hold a special place, once restored, in the Gette Farm family home.

Pam, you will always hold a special place not only in our home but in our hearts as well. Sleep well in ever lasting peace. Love always, your Boalsburg House friends.