Dear Editor,

This past Easter weekend I was driving my boys around town reminiscing about all the great memories in the town of Sullivan. We drove out to visit The Masonic Home. (I will always call it that). My Dad took us when we were children as well. We would visit the ice cream parlor, feed the ducks and swans, and always went to see the museum. There was always something about that place that just gave me a warm feeling.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.