The Green Green Grass of Home I was born in 1952. It seems to me that I have lived with one foot in the 19th century and one in the 21st. My earliest memories are of my great-grandparents -- Dad and Granny -- who are the fulcrum of this story. Dad was born in 1872; Granny in 1882. My mother and I lived with them while my father was stationed in the Phillipines in 1953 and 54. This was in Roby, the small west Texas farm town where both my parents were born and raised. Dad and Granny Dad and Granny were not still living on the farm, then. They lived in town. They had moved into a two-bedroom red brick house a block off main street the year before I was born. Granny was tired of how hard it was on the farm, and so they left the Victorian farmhouse on the homeplace west of town. It stood empty all of my life -- never to be occupied by family and children again -- but it was full of memories for my mother who grew up in the house like her mother before her, and