So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
The Smith Family quilt
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So, a hundred and fifty years ago, at a place known as The Hollow (later
renamed Ararat), a group of women got together and created a quilt for Rev.
Ne...
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