Last Saturday was the day Andrew's little house moved from here...
Our kind neighbor, Mr. H., offered to give us the little house he grew up in if we would care to have it and move it out to the farm. It was built in the early 1900's and is the sweetest little cottage ever! We, of course, were honored and so grateful to the Lord and to Mr. H. for this tremendous gift and direct answer to prayer. Isn't God amazing!?
So, begins the saga of the transport of The Little White House to it's current spot on earth, The Hill beside The Corner, now known as "Over at Andrew's House". It is so exciting to see the Lord providing houses for our brothers and sons. It's really, neat, too, because this house is one we have passed a million times, as it was just up our road, and seems almost like an old friend. May God bless this little house...
Here's Tongue of Flame (the CRV) and Sam, for scale. ( and that's me, in shadow, waving.)
("Beautiful isn't it? It took me half a lifetime to invent it.")
"Nice boards for my tree house."
(See Cleve's tiki hut? Destined to become Andrew's tropical garage, no doubt!)
Goodness. Every picture of me that morning makes me look either vagrant or mauled. Whatever.
Above, Marms and Marth watch with our wonderful, wonderful neighbors. Many thanks to them for all their help with the fencing. They are quite a blessing.
"But they'll put us in prison!"
"What, one, two years? When we get out, we'll have our stake."
"Stake? What stake?"
"The re...The rewar-DUH."
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