Today I went to Fremont to pick up my Avanté longarm from Nebraska Quilt Company, as the tech finished servicing it.
See the chapel tower in the cemetery in the fifth photo? Once upon a time, I was driving past that cemetery there in Fremont. The four younger children were with me: Hester, 12; Lydia, 10; Caleb, 8; and Victoria, 5.
Hester pointed, gasped. "Look at that! There were too many people in that church, and it sank right into the ground, and there's nothing left but the bell tower!"
Caleb gasped, too. "What happened to all the people?!!" he asked in genuine horror.
"They got buried in the cemetery," responded Hester solemnly.
And then Lydia snorted, and both disrespectful older sisters went into peals of laughter.
Caleb looked from one to the other. "You girls," he said reproachfully, realizing that, once again, he'd been had.
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