My Aunt Ruth Had 1000 Kids, None Of Her Own.
My Aunt Ruth was a lady you never forgot if you ever met her. Especially if you were a kid. Her years of teaching horse riding lessons at Camp Little
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My Aunt Ruth was a lady you never forgot if you ever met her. Especially if you were a kid. Her years of teaching horse riding lessons at Camp Little
The way you and I remember the dead, especially our family members is often more lofty than when they were alive on earth. We tend to see the good points
Household alcohol did not have a role shaping my Maine farm childhood. Not every Maine household was so lucky. You can find, see the scars, feel the deep hurt of
It takes logging a few years of life on the revolving blue and green marble to come to realize you need a special spot to run away to in Maine.
Growing up on a Maine potato farm, my parents both raised the four boys to be God fearing. Respect for the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Being out in
When you are a new born child, brought in to a warm healthy loving Maine home, the world revolves around that precious package wrapped in baby sized pink or blue
Hello, I’m Andy Mooers and grew up on this Maine family farm. I own and still enjoy this spread during off hours from my full time passion and jealous master listing, marketing, selling Maine real estate