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Originally Posted by MrsBOOMM
That was really neat. It reminded me of winters when I was a child. And of my Grandmother's home in Maine.
Last week I bought an outhouse for my Christmas village which I am going to set up soon. It reminded my of my Grandmother's house. She never did have running water in her home. Us kids thought it was really a novelty. They even had outhouses at the church.
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Sis. BOOMM,
One of the scenes brought tears flowing as the lady coming from
the barn reminded me of 1944-45, Dad overseas in the Phillipines and
then to Japan in WWII. Momma had an old cow she would milk to pro-
vide milk for us chidren. She had to go down a distance in the pasture
to the little barn (small) where she kept the cow. One day as she was
returning to the old house where we four young children, the oldest
maybe seven, were waiting. All of a sudden she saw a flash of bright
light through the window. Snow on the ground, she ran, dropping her
milk bucket as she raced to her babies. Inside, I don't know to this
day other than it had to be God that caused me to run to the free
standing stove that was attached by a rubber hose to the gas jet behind
it. The stove stood a short distance from the wall. My little brother just
younger than myself, had walked behind the stove, catching his foot on
the rubber hose, causing it to come loose from the gas jet. I remember
reaching down and turning the gas off. We were not allowed to touch
or mess with the stove, etc. I was probably five, going on six years. I
know it was the hand of the Lord God who saved us. My dad, a young
husband and father had committed his family into the Hands of a Faithful
GOD and a Father Himself. There were many other times God protected
us in times of danger. I trust Him with all that is within me!!
Blessings,
Falla39
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