Well, it's census time. Time to be counted and declare that, yes, we're here. As I'm filling out the census form I'm thinking of my children's children, knowing that in 72 years once the census information becomes public record, they will be able to look back, trace their roots all the way back to Cincinnati, to our little house.
I wonder what the census form looked like in 1880 when John Fenton Pratt (on the left) emigrated from England to the Kansas prairie to homestead.
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