Last year, I was looking for a friend’s house along the Old Highway. New to the area, the friend mentioned a few landmarks and the number of a county road as she gave directions to me. Could I find the house?
Most people would not choose to have worms living in the basement of their beautiful golf course home. But when John Dampman had told his soon-to-be-wife Lynn that the worms would not be living in his garage when they married, she had to come up with another option.
There was never any plan for Ginny Butcher to become a professional oil painter. And yet one day the former pastels’ teacher found herself vowing not to pick up another pastel until she had mastered the brush.