Dear Everett,
We've bought your Farm. I am discovering new things each day about The Farm and you.
The statue of Rebecca buried under the crawl space. The painted rocks , red, white and blue around the milk house. The iron bed. Bottles and bottles of maalox in Tobacco Barn 2. The pink paint under the sink and under the paint on the claw foot tub. Everyone we meet responds when we describe the old Farmhouse and farm we've purchased, "Oh, you mean Everett's place?"
I intend to Blog about all of this-as we have just figured out how to procure the "internets"-it's been two months plus without-which has been okay. You would have not had a computer, perhaps a TV?
Sincerely, LE
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