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I spotted this beauty while deer hunting this year. I was told by my hunting partner, that many generations of Miller's were raised in this house. You could almost hear voices riding on the wind that blew proudly over, around and through this structure. Sounds of children's laughter seemed to echo across the river bottom where this Old Homestead still stands. Thoughts of actually shooting a deer were erased by the gentle and loving breeze that lingered there this day.