Sat and had coffee this morning with a friend. We chatted about lots of things: a trip next spring, or maybe in the summer... the Bible study we're working on... and that old country house that both of us used to have! Ha! I find it delightful to have a friend who had to set mouse traps in the fall just the same as I. (ugh. smelly, dirty creatures) Who lived down a gravel road on a long lane and burned with wood in the winter! We talked about making our kids help us with the wood cutting, hauling, stacking, storing process and we did things much the same even 20 years before we knew each other. They kept chickens and pigs...runt pigs even. So did we. [In fact we had 2 runt pigs we named Frank and Francis. Fed them goat's milk and corn mash. When we finally ate them, the kids would ponder "I wonder if this is Frank or Francis?" no vegetarians there! ] We both had kids who needed to drink goat's milk because they were sensitive to cow's milk. We were about 2 counties away from each other and our paths crossed first at a Mike Warnke concert in Cherokee sometime in the early 80's, Though there were gadzillions of people at the concert ,as I recall. No matter. Here we iron sharpening iron.
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Was it Frank or Francis or was it both?
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