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A hair-raising experience

This 1990 column involves big sister, Rebecca (Becky) and little sister Rachel.

It’s a good thing I wrote this down or I wouldn’t have remembered it.

Rachel says she remembers this disaster that happened when she was seven.

Saving family stories is a special thing to do for yourself and your family.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

It was 1990. Our house was filled with children. Charity and love didn’t always prevail.

Giggling in a church isn’t just for children. Adults do it too, sometimes.

I hope you enjoy the retelling of this column

Until next time, that all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

This column was written in January 1990, but it could have been written any winter day.

I thought about starting over when my cats ran through the kitchen but decided to charge ahead.

The odd sounds you hear near the mid-point are Barn-E and Car-E playing.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

It seems I’ve been a crafty person for many years. This column was written in January 1990.

I don’t remember making so many rag rugs, but I’m sure there is a remnant somewhere in the backroom.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

My children were having a contest in this column from January 1990. They needed me as the tiebreaker. Tell us, Mom, who was the sickest?

I know who was the most tired. Me, that’s who. After taking care of a houseful of sick kids, I needed a rest.

Times haven’t changed. A house filled with children will always battle illnesses one after another. I just happened to write about ours.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.