What’s in a Name? How to Choose Your Southern Antique Business Name
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For the Love of Stoneware
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White Trash Treasure Butler’s Table
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The 5 Senses of Modern Farmhouse Style
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Here’s a Fun Way to Organize Vacation Photos
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Here’s a Quick Cure for a Boring Backyard
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Fairhope, My Adopted Hometown
Sometime around 1993 I accompanied my husband to a work conference at the Grand Hotel in Point Clear, AL. My son was about 8 years old and my daughter only one. I had the rare opportunity of traveling with 007 while the kids got a little bonding time with their Granna.
We had a wonderful time of visiting with co-workers and enjoying the grounds of such a historic hotel. But, on one particular day while J was conferencing, I saw our family’s future on the face of a clock.