I remember when ... the three words surface as a splintered, sun-bleached farmhouse looms on the horizon. I remember when the light poured from the vacant windows, and a tractor rumbled through the fields. I remember when the house was full of life. These are the words uttered by the souls who once lived and worked in abandoned communities and homesteads, places that once pulsed with laughter. Though the people have moved on, the remnants of their...