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| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - Nov 26 2006 : 8:59:55 PM
It's been a while since I've visited, I just had a new baby girl two months ago, so now we have one boy and five little girls. I don't know if you remember me, or maybe we have not yet crossed paths. Lately my husband and I have been working hard to get ready to build a rural village in Indiana. So I thought I'd share one of my stories on the path to fulfilling one of our big dreams...
Zoning for Dreamers
Sarah J. Brown
“It’s really not a new concept, it’s a lost one. “ I explained, as I looked into the faces of seven city council members and mayor of Greenfield. My back was to the room full of curious people who had shown up for the hearing. All my years of homeschooling had prepared me for this. Though I had never taken a class on the subject, my parents had tried to prepare me with the tools to accomplish anything that I truely set my heart on. My mom was there in the crowd. My dad stayed home to watch my four little ones. My husband was holding the display panels that we had created. This was not the average zoning meeting.
“Less than a hundred years ago home was the center of daily life in this nation. Folks living in a small town could walk anywhere they needed to go. Dad would work hard at the family business with his sons by his side, learning the trade. Mom ran the house while grandma bounced the babies on her knee. Grandpa was by the fire providing the stories and the wisdom. The children were busy with meaningful work and play. Home was tucked into a neighborhood where you would find a bakery, a general store and local bank. Food came from nearby family farms, or the backyard. People knew their neighbors, they went to church together around the corner.” The older folks in the room nodded their heads and passed the Kleenex. They remembered the good old days and simpler times didn’t seem so far away.
“But today things have changed. What is it that we have lost in this fast paced society? What can we to once again live peaceful home centered lives? Whatever happened to village life? Is it even possible to revive what we have lost?”
Many of us are now becoming more and more home centered. We homeschool. We have home based businesses. We have home fellowships. We have homesteads. Some of us have home births. We love things that are homemade, home cooked and homegrown. But we still have to depend on cars to connect our homes with the rest of the world.
We often live in neighborhoods where no one else is home. The neighborhood children are in day care or public school. Mom’s working at one or two jobs. If dad is still around he’s driving an hour every day into the city for work, and in the evenings he’s parked in front of the TV. Grandma would love to be bouncing grandkids, but she’s in the retirement community in Florida. We see our neighbors occasionally mowing the lawn, but usually we see them through the windows of their cars emerging from the garage and disappearing down the street. We would love to reach out into the lives of the local children, but they are no longer outside playing hop scotch, they are inside playing X-Box.
What happened to the American dream? Was this the goal? Was this the plan? Was this what America wanted? Is this what the Soldiers died to give us? Is this what the founding fathers had in mind? Is this what God designed for families? Does it break your heart like it breaks mine?
When I finished my high school years of homeschooling, I didn’t go to college like all my friends. I was called to be a missionary until I was married. I lived in Hungary, Austria and Russia serving the Lord. It was in a little village in Austria where I discovered a beautiful way of life, where the home and the family was at the heart of it all. It was there that I began to see what was missing in modern America.
I looked out from the prayer tower of the mountain side castle. I could see the rolling hills dotted with grazing sheep. I could watch the boats on the lake. I could look down into the ancient village of Millstatt where narrow cobblestone paths, to narrow for cars, connected many faucets of everyday life.
People were everywhere, Grandmas and babies, women in their gardens, shepherds with their sheep. The men were in their shops teaching the next generation the age old family trade. Three or four generations lived in one home, where the family business occupied the first floor. There were little signs hanging about most homes, to let you know what sort of shop or service was being offered.
I loved to walk thought the forest, over the hills, past the farms and into the heart of the village. Every day I would visit the post office, then I was off to the bakery, café or the ice-cream shop.
I loved village life. I was so disappointed to come home to the suburbs to such a disconnected and stressed out society.
When I married Josh we spent a few months traveling by train and foot from village to village in Europe. We had so many dreams of what we wanted life to be. We wanted chickens in the backyard, we wanted to open a little shop where we could sell handmade goods and teach old time skills to others. We wanted to turn every inch of our yard into a garden. We wanted to be missionaries in our homeland, or abroad. Wanted to teach our children at home and longed to have a few neighbors who also lived home centered and Jesus centered lives.
So we established a homestead on a few acres in Indiana and made a few of those dreams come true, the goats were delightful company, but in many ways we were isolated, longing for some old fashion concept of village life. So we moved into a Victorian house on the Main Street of a small town. We opened a tiny neighborhood shop and trading post, until the zoning police showed up. We kept a flock of chickens in the back yard until the neighbors started complaining. So we turned our yard into gardens, and the first floor of our home into a art music and coffee ministry for local teens. We hosted homeschool activities and homemaking classes. But we still longed for village life.
A few years ago we realized that we were not alone in our desire to simplify life, and life in a community where folks could live, work and have a few sheep all in the same place. But in our state we have zoning restrictions, you can’t live in the commercial zone, you can’t work in the residential zone, you can’t have a horse and ride it into town. So what do we do? Are we really content to just buy prints of painting of village life, and grazing sheep and homes glowing windows? Do we just stay in the rat race waiting for one week of vacation time to go camp in the mountains and dream of a simpler life?
My parents taught me to walk by faith. My parents taught me to dream big, and take the first step. My parents taught me how to learn, discover and explore, and then live what I believe. My husband and I share a vision of the kind of life we want to establish for our children and the future generations. It’s much like the vision that our founding fathers and the first American colonists had for their children. It’s about freedom, it’s about family, it’s about our home and our community, it’s about reaching the lost and not losing our own children in the process.
As my husband and I began to realize the great need for home centered, not car centered, community, we began making plans. The word quickly went out about our intention to build a real village, and before long we were getting several calls and daily emails from others who shared our dream. Many offered their professional services and people from all over the USA were visiting us to talk about the dream we had in common.
As we got to know the people who wanted to live in the village we realized that we were not alone in this world. Almost all of the families contracting us were homeschooling their children. They were people with big dreams that just wouldn’t fit into suburbia. Many wanted to be able to have big gardens, some chickens, and a home based business. And we wanted to live by old fashion values.
So there I was, standing before the city council, and I had always been the shy one, explaining this dream to the ones who make the rules. We wanted to build a little village. We wanted it to be a place where families can work, live, shop and raise their food all in one place. We were asking for a whole new set of zoning laws to get it done. It wasn’t a commune or religious community we were trying to start. It was just a place where folks could have the freedom to live life locally.
And do you know how the city council members responded? With words like... “How much do you think the lots will cost? This is so refreshing, We’d like to build our homes there too.” And all seven city council members voted in our favor that day.
It’s been about three years since that meeting, and the journey has had it’s ups and downs. We have had to find a new location for Simpler Times Village, but we feel like we are more prepared than ever for each new step. We are now planning to build in a better location, with farmland, forests and a stream, yet not too far from a few towns and cities, so local folks can come visit our farms and shops. The new plan includes a discovery center for children and families. We’ll have common pasture, gardens, orchards and hitching posts right in town. It’s going to be a wonderful place. We can’t wait to bring in the bricks and raise our children and a herd of pack goats in a sweet little village.
The Village Path
S.J.B.
Wander down the village path,
throw a pebble in the pond and dream.
Listen to the children laugh
on the village green.
Have a cup of coffee
and pass some news around.
Smile just because
You can ride your horse to town.
Plant seeds in the gardens,
sit and watch the sheep.
Walk along the orchard’s edge,
the fruit is there to eat.
Listen to the music rise
from the village green.
Join in the sweet chorus,
don’t be afraid to sing.
Wander down the village path
With a friend or all alone,
Underneath the maple trees
To the cottage you call home.
You are welcome to visit our website and share our dreams for Simpler Times Village! We have room for more farm girls!
www.ruralvillage.org
"Jim-Bob&Larry is the name of my daughter's new laying hen. My little girl is three and she came up with the name all by herself. I'm Sarah." |
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| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - Dec 21 2006 : 8:00:21 PM
Hello,
I write a weekly newsletter for Simpler Times Village, if you would like to receive it visit www.ruralvillage.org to register.
Blessings!
Sarah
"Jim-Bob&Larry is the name of my daughter's new laying hen. My little girl is three and she came up with the name all by herself. I'm Sarah." |
| Beemoosie |
Posted - Dec 06 2006 : 02:57:02 AM
AMEN
...she is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls.
Prov 31:10
www.beequilting.blogspot.com |
| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - Dec 05 2006 : 9:10:53 PM
Today, The beginning of the rest of your life.
Sarah Janisse Brown
I want to live what I believe. Do you? I want to live my life on purpose. Do you? I want to put first things first. Do you? I want to make time for the things that matter. Do you? I want to be an honest person. Do you? I want to be faithful to God and the ones I love. Do you? I want the people I love to know that I love them. Do you? I want to live a life of faith not fear. Do you? When this life is over and eternity arrives, I want to be happy about the life I lived. Do you?
I ‘m guessing that you said yes to all of those questions. But if the answer were actually no, what would that look like? Let me put this into words.
I’m not living what I believe. I am drifting through life with no real purpose. My priorities are all mixed up. I’m too busy for the things that matter. I haven’t been completely truthful. I haven’t been faithful to God and the ones I love. The people I love hardly know it, because my actions don’t show it. I’m living my life based on my fears instead of putting my faith where it belongs. I’m afraid that I’ll have a lot of regrets when this life is over, and I’m hesitant to think about eternity.
Congratulations are in order. Today is the beginning of the rest of your life.
When was the last time you surrendered your heart, your mind, your time, your will and your future to the One who gave you life? Have you ever come to that place? Do you even know where to start?
We are often afraid of what will happen when we surrender to God. We are afraid of the changes. Grabbing on to the hand of the savior, may mean letting go of something else. We hold on to pride. We try to be in control. We cling to false hopes of security. There are walls we have built, between ourselves and our true destiny. We have secrets, we are afraid that if God’s light were to shine in that those ugly secrets will be revealed. So what do we do, we sit in darkness, living in fear instead of by faith.
But today is different from every other day. This day matters more than any other day ever before. This is the day that comes before the rest of your tomorrows. The steps you take today will determine the path of life that you will travel from now on. Where are you going? Is it time for a change? Is it time to let the light shine in? Is it time to say yes to the questions that I first asked? Don’t say yes with your lips. Say yes with your life.
“I want to live what I believe.” Here’s what I believe, this is what I am building my life on. Listen. I believe that God is completely powerful. God has perfect wisdom. God is 100% good. And God loves me. Do you believe this? If you really believed this, with all your heart, what would your life look like?
You would have purpose, because you would be trusting in the wisdom of God to lead you in the path you were made to walk on. You would set your heart on the things that matter, and take the risks needed to put first things first. Why? Because when you really believe that God is good you can have confidence that He will take care of you. You would be honest because you know that God sees into your heart and mind, and He still loves you, and this should humble you.
How do we know that He loves us? He came from heaven to earth to prove it on the cross, He willingly suffered in our place, and took the punishment for each of us, so that we could be forgiven. Forgiven? From what? From breaking God’s laws. We’ve lied, we’ve cheated, we’ve stolen, we’ve lusted, we’ve hated and we are guilty. But Jesus took the punishment we deserved. That’s love. What a gift from God we need only to receive.
When God’s love fills you up there is no room for the yucky stuff. What yucky stuff? The envy, the unforgiveness, the anger, the selfishness, the pride, the dark thoughts and greed. Why would you want to keep that yucky stuff all stored up inside anyway? The only way to drive out the darkness is to turn on the light. Let the light of God’s love shine in.
If we really surrendered to the love of God we would no longer have to live in fear. God’s love casts out fear, and gives you faith instead. Faith for what? Faith to take that step you know you need to take. Faith to live your dreams and faith to do the impossible. It’s faith to believe that God is working everything together for good. It’s faith to believe that the past is gone, and you have been given a new start. It’s faith to let go of that false security and cling to the hand of God instead. It’s faith to believe that God will provide for your needs when you obey Him. It’s faith to become what God is calling you to be, and faith to do the work you are on earth to do.
I’ve had many conversations with people who wonder why their lives are going nowhere. The root problem is usually the same. There is a step each person must take, and that is a step of faith. No matter where a person happens to be in life, they must take that step, or they will not move towards fulfilling their purpose for existing. That faith begins with knowing God.
When you know that God loves you, when you know that He is wise, when you trust in His power and His goodness, you will live a radiant life. Your life will make a difference in this world, and you will be ready for the next one. You will be able to look back on your life and be thankful for the journey that you began today. It doesn’t matter how many days are left for you, this is the only moment that matters. No one has the promise of another day. You see, today is the beginning of forever, that’s a long time. It’s not too late and it’s not too early to make the step.
"Jim-Bob&Larry is the name of my daughter's new laying hen. My little girl is three and she came up with the name all by herself. I'm Sarah." |
| CabinCreek-Kentucky |
Posted - Nov 30 2006 : 8:25:23 PM
sweeeet stories sarah .. i sure enjoyed reading them .. giggling here and there.
i remember the days when my girls would end up putting ME to bed before they would fall asleep! and ah yes, life's an 'instant replay' .. now my girls have their children putting THEM to bed before they fall asleep! but they love it .. because also as when they were children .. there are stories and songs and recounting of the day and planning for tomorrow as we all travelled to slumber-land.
come to kentucky to create that village gurlfren! lovely, lovely kentucky!
True Friends, Frannie
CABIN CREEK FARM
KENTUCKY
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| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - Nov 30 2006 : 7:55:56 PM
A New Story
There are many things I love about being a mother of six, until now bedtime was not one of them.
I eventually declared that I simply can not do it without my husband’s help, so for the past couple of years he’s been the one to tuck everyone in, though there are challenges, he always wins and the kids eventually surrender, and by 8:30pm the house is quiet. But the whole bedtime routine would really ware us out! If you would show up at our house after tuck in time you might think just got done wrestling with giants.
A couple weeks ago I was nearly in tears because my husband had to work late was not going to be home before bedtime. Let me tell you how things go when he’s not here to calm the storm…
Babies are crying, toothpaste is flying, pillows become weapons. There are blanket wars and lost pajamas, and disappearing bunnies. Once I get them in their beds the battles just begun, someone needs a drink, someone wants a three course meal. Someone’s gotta go potty again. Someone’s making tooting noises. The drink gets spilled, the sheets are wet, no one wants to sleep in their own beds. When I think all is well, and finally take time to give each child a kiss and a prayer, I notice a child is missing cause they went out hunting for their kitten. Then someone wants the door open, someone wants in shut, someone’s got the giggles, and everyone is more awake then they were at noon. And after ten trips up and down the stairs I just can’t take it anymore, and by then it’s 10pm and my husband is home, just in time to put the kids to bed… again.
So, Thursday night came and Josh was at work late. All the kids were running wild through the house, one child was a lego man, one was Cinderella with a pop gun, two were bunnies in disguise. The house was turned upside down. The little baby needed attention and the big baby needed to be tucked into her crib. All I could manage was just putting Naomi to bed, and then I gave up.
I plopped into my comfy rocking chair, the little baby gave me no other choice. I wondered to myself how many times Cinderella would run full circles through the house before she passed out. I wasn’t going to clean the house that evening, so I dimmed all the lights and lit a candle in the living room where I rocked the baby. If I could just focus on getting the baby to sleep maybe I could have a chance. And I sang a couple lullabies.
“Mommy?” Cinderella whispered, still holding onto the gun “Will you sing Jesus draw me close?” as I started to sing Rachel traded her gun for a blanket and climbed up onto the couch.
Mommy! Mommy!” The two little bunnies squeaked (they both had carrots) “Will you sing Little bunny foo-foo? and then sing Somewhere in Outer Space!” Then they climbed up onto the other couch and snuggled up together under a blanket.
Lego Man soon arrived, he had his sleeping bag all laid out on the floor at my feet. “mommy?” He asked, “What’s that song I used to love when I was two?”
“God of Wonders?” I replied
“Sing that one!” And lego man climbed into his sleeping bag.
All the children took turns requesting songs. It wasn’t long before Josh walked in the door. He quietly pulled up a chair (all the couches were occupied), and joined us with his guitar. After he played a couple more songs he began reading the bible to the family by candle light. Then we all prayed together, the kids each had a list of prayers requests, but before we were able to say Amen all of the little ones were sound asleep, and it was only 8:30.
Josh and I stayed up talking in that candle lit room full of sleeping children. Do you know what we talked about? A new bed time tradition. I never read such a suggestion in any of the parenting books, but all their bed time tips were useless when you’ve got six young children. But even my sister has major bedtime battles with just two kids!
So for the past few weeks the bedrooms have been empty (more room for the Liberian kids we are adopting!) So when bed time comes, Josh and I just sit down in our spots in the living room, he plays his guitar and begins singing praise songs by candle light. In a matter of minutes the blankets and sleeping bags are dragged in from every direction and song requests begin. After a bible story and time of prayer the whole little army is fast asleep.
Now as I write there are children conked out all over the living room, and my husband is working late. I didn’t have a bit of trouble lulling them all to sleep.
The bedtime battle has been won. Who won? We all did, cause sometimes peace comes only with surrender. And now everyone, even mommy, looks forward to bedtime.
"Jim-Bob&Larry is the name of my daughter's new laying hen. My little girl is three and she came up with the name all by herself. I'm Sarah." |
| Beemoosie |
Posted - Nov 28 2006 : 06:10:31 AM
Oh,honey, I like things too! I just wish it were like the days when there was a 5 & 10 store here in town and if I ran out of white thread I could walk to the store and not have to drive 15 miles! LOL
...she is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls.
Prov 31:10
www.beequilting.blogspot.com |
| bohemiangel |
Posted - Nov 28 2006 : 06:07:29 AM
Lol Bonnie! I totally am doubting my thoughts of a simpler life. I go shopping and get overwhelmed with ooo I want that. Then I think nah I have all I need. I feel kinda like a freak:( But i'm happy. And not worrying about money!
"... to thine ownself be true." |
| Beemoosie |
Posted - Nov 28 2006 : 06:02:12 AM
This is all really incredible and interesting. It's funny, but when you live your daily life, you start to think that you are the only one who would prefer to live a simpler life. I do not like having to drive here,there and everywhere to just do the basics in life. And never being able to really connect with the neighborhood, because nobody is ever home! And the story about your son, just beautiful. Thank you for sharing all of this!
Bonnie
...she is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls.
Prov 31:10
www.beequilting.blogspot.com |
| bohemiangel |
Posted - Nov 28 2006 : 05:47:41 AM
That is awesome Sarah. My town is "Sort of" like that. It is the small town experience aka it markets off of that too though. We can walk everywhere literally. Yes we are limited to what there is. My big annoyance is Giant Eagle (huge grocery store) I want a ma and pa store. There is a rule that no big names like mcd's or such can be brought into town. We have a subway, get go gas, Giant Eagle and that's it for big names. There are areas that we lack too. We have NO place for the youth. I am only 24 but I vivdly remember not having anywhere to go and aimlessly walking around town with friends. You'd walk into stores and be watched for fear you'd steal or cause trouble. I hated that. There's an old restaurant that the christian youth group has but it only happens 1 day a week and occasionally a "coffee house" time. What about the other 6 days and 24 hours in a day. We are a well off community but come on...not everyone has a storybook life for a family. I couldn't help but dream of your place and feel so warm and cozy. I too share the belief that family is #1 and the home as well. I still live at home and plan to till I marry. I don't want to move out of my town. You can literally not lock your doors...we do because you have the town loonies but you don't worry about things. I love that. My family is my best set of friends (both good and bad) my grandparents live across the street from my mum and I. My bf lives down the street with his parents and his grandpa. I want to be a stay at home mom when I have a family. I know what it's like to come home and not have anyone at home. My grandparents tried but still. I love the homeschooling idea. That or private school here. I am very familiar with the 2 private schools in my area. I kinda am in love with the Waldorf schooling idea. I'd like to get that started. I have realized when I have a house yes there will be extra costs and such but man I don't want money to run my life. making things, making do, anything to enjoy life more and not feel burdened with money. If you get a chance check out http://www.ligonier.com/ thats where I live. I would love to incorporate more of your idea to my town. I pray for you and your family and your success! I think it's wonderful and may many people learn from you:) HUGS
"... to thine ownself be true." |
| blueroses |
Posted - Nov 27 2006 : 2:19:57 PM
Sarah,
Wow! That's all I can think to say right now. I love your ideas on the village and I shed a tear for the boys in Liberia. You are a real eye-opener and I can't wait to hear more about your life and work.
"You cannot find peace...by avoiding life."
Virginia Woolfe |
| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - Nov 27 2006 : 06:01:32 AM
New Story
One day, a couple weeks ago, my son Isaac went to the mailbox to gather the mail. He loves to sort the mail and pass it out. He brought me an envelope, with my name and address handwritten, something I hadn’t seen for a while. And there were two handwritten letters inside. “Dear Mom and Dad…” I began to read.
Here’s the story, the letters were from two orphans in an orphanage in Liberia. I know about this place because I have friends who are missionaries there. I also have another friend who adopted six children from the same orphanage. Well, these orphan boys got a hold of a magazine with one of my articles inside, and they saw our family photo. I must have written something about wanting a big family. So the boys wrote us letters (English is spoken there) asking us if we would be their family. But not only did they want to be adopted, one boys has two cousins, and the other boy has two brothers and a sister, and they all need a family.
What really touched my heart was the fact that one of the little boys had the very same name as my son “Isaac Brown”, and he’s about the same age. Thinking of my own little boy, all alone with out a mommy awoke my heart to the reality of the need. I wanted to bring all seven kids home, I wanted to love that little Isaac the way I love my own little Isaac. But another voice in my head told me that I already have 6 children, what I was thinking? I tried to guard my heart from having too much compassion. But all I could imagine was my own little boy sitting in an orphanage full of hope, waiting, waiting, and waiting. But I knew that for a seven year old boy, new parents were hard to come by. Apparently the boys’ parents were killed in the civil war in Liberia, and they are waiting for a new mom and dad. With such hope and faith their letters were written.
“Let me tell you a little story about myself” One boy wrote “During the war my mother and father pass away. We hope we can get a mom and dad like you people in my life. You know sometime when I sit by myself I can cry because we can not get a mom and dad…”
So what do you do when you get a letter from some precious orphans who are asking you to add seven more kids to a family of eight?
I brought the letter to the table at lunch time thinking that this would be a good opportunity for my children to learn about the reality of suffering in this world. As my children were eating their pasta and fruit salad I told them the story about Liberia and the orphans, then I read the letters to them. I talked to them about what the Bible says about orphans. I talked to them about how thankful they should be for our family. We talked about my dad who is in Africa right now doing missionary work. We talked about the wars. They listened so quietly.
And how did they respond? Let me tell you what they had to say:
“We really do need more kids in our family, mom, and these ones don’t have any parents.”
“Mommy! We’ve got to do it! Cause if we did I would have six brothers and six sisters, but we would need to get a new car again.”
“Do you think that Granddad can pick them up and bring them home, he’s already in Africa?”
“I’ll share my legos! I need some brothers!”
And I just smiled, not knowing what all this could mean for the future of our family, but longing for that same faith, love and simplicity that I discovered in the hearts of my children. And a new adventure begins…
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” James 1:27
"Jim-Bob&Larry is the name of my daughter's new laying hen. My little girl is three and she came up with the name all by herself. I'm Sarah." |
| Phils Ann |
Posted - Nov 27 2006 : 04:07:12 AM
Hi Sarah! Your dream certainly resonates with me. Your ability to express what you're about is lovely. My husband and I have wanted for a number of years to do a much smaller but somewhat similar path. We have a young pregnant couple coming to live in our empty house next door to us... not to rent, but to live in fellowship. The church is so isolated, meeting once or twice a week.... we would desire to have fellowship that is based on the second chapter of Acts. We have no children of our own, but are in a house church and the children came here for nine years for Bible study. The young woman who is coming to live next door was one of those children, and her parents are very good friends. In our case, we'd like to have every day casual coming together to do things together and to share the Lord--not planned or scheduled, but rather out of love and spontaneously.
I look forward to seeing your website.
Love and blessings to you,
Ann
There is a Redeemer. |
| therusticcottage |
Posted - Nov 26 2006 : 11:38:47 PM
Sarah! Glad you're back. And thanks for posting the link to your website. I'm intrigued by what you're doing!
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| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Nov 26 2006 : 9:55:47 PM
Sarah!! So good to see you back here..I wondered how you were doing!! I love to read your writing..and will go visit your website for sure..don't be a stranger!!!
Jenny in Utah
Inside me there is a skinny woman crying to get out...but I can usually shut her up with cookies
http://www.auntjennysworld.blogspot.com/ visit my little online shop at www.auntjenny.etsy.com |
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