Friday, February 12, 2010


For 35 years, we have been living on and farming my husband's grandfather’s homestead: we raise alfalfa dairy hay and wheat. We live 60 miles from a major town and 28 miles from a post office and school. We have 3 grown children and 5 grandchildren.

I am a cancer survivor. No, I am a cancer warrior! The word “survivor” doesn’t sound fierce enough! The dictionary says to survive--you have to endure, stay alive, live to tell the tale, continue to exist, and carry on . . . activities that, to me, are way too passive. Warriors do battle with, engage in conflict with, fight with, have warfare with and confront their adversary. I feel like a Warrior!

In 2006, we remodeled the old farmhouse sitting on our property and turned it into a sewing and quilting studio. Talk about a learning curve! I learned to use a chop saw and a table saw. I learned to mud, tape, and texture walls and ceilings. I learned to do finish wood working. With the help of some super neighbors, we poured 140 feet of cement for a new sidewalk. I learned to trowel cement. Hey, this makes me tired just talking about our experience. Then, when we got the building done, I had to spend the better part of a year learning how to quilt on my new machine!

However, with all that behind me, I hear the angels sing every time I walk over and enter the BunkHouse! . . . and so begins the story....


Quilt Hollow said...

Welcome to blogging...look forward to seeing your post!

shannon said...

welcome to bloggy land also!

thanks for sharing your stories! look forward to reading them....*ppsst* i love pictures... :)
shannon 'doodlebug'


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