The story of me is a story of family. The story of land. The story of a place. Story of experiences, victories, defeat, and love. Story of neighbors and friends.
It's a story of all the spiritual and physical DNA embedded in me.
A piece of the string in a giant timeless quilt. Tied together by stories. These stories are part of who I am.
Our stories need to be woven in within our daily lives. Your story needs to be heard. Your heart's cry woven within those around you.
Let's share our stories!
My Dad Dennis found this treasure from my childhood. A child size pair of pliers from my very own red toolbox! Even now I am protective. They were NOT toys but rather very real and important tools.
These pliers worked on forts, saddles, fences and barns. They might have been used to chase sisters. Carried in saddlebags, tool box, pocket and with love in little girl hands. Handled like a pro!
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