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October 20, 2006

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Kristie

We live on the family farm passed down from my husband's family, which consisted of a mom, a dad, an uncle and 11 children. We live in the same 3-bedroom rambler that my husband grew up in, starting out married life in a basement apartment of this home. When we married, only part of his family were still living upstairs, since he is the middle child, but it was still crowded. Having the world's best mother-in-law to help me adjust to being the wife of a dairy farmer helped. It wasn't easy. I dreamed of discovering a secret room from time to time. But as we eventually "moved upstairs", literally, I came to appreciate space, and sharing and the fact that we were forced to be a close family by sheer square footage. I type this on the computer that we just moved into what we now call the spare bedroom/computer room, as my son is off training for Iraq. Out of four kids, we have only a high school sophomore at home, and the house seems pretty empty at times--and large!

Carrie

I live in a small house on postage stamp-sized property, but we live right next door to a big, beautiful park. I have to say, being near the park has brought us closer to our community and made us many friends.

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