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This page has found a new home Stories of a First Generation Farm Wife
I think she told every single person she saw that it was her birthday.
My brother, Dan, was hit by a car on one of his nightly walks.
I went in and told him what was wrong with me, what I needed, and how I was going to take it.
a constant struggle in my brain to either be a control freak, or to be the calm
(I've actually had two people ask if I would make them if they paid me.
By the time I had decided I might go for it some woman was guarding it with her body as she talked to her husband on the phone.
I sorted everything from the pantry, kitchen, and dining area that was in the big house and kept only what I LOVED or USED regularly.