My Village

I live a few miles outside a very small village (and, yes, it’s a village not a town or city). It’s not one of those quaint little places with street after street of “darling” shops and upscale eateries. It’s a rural, getting-by-by-the-seat-of-our-pants village. But my village does have some odd, somewhat endearing things about it. Take, for example, the village police department…

Life in a tiny town can be funny

Discover my village


Author: Elizabeth

I'm a wife, mom, and grandma (known as Bam) who loves cooking, baking, gardening, and all things that go into making a cozy coop for my brood. I have a disability so you may pick up tips on how to do things when some things just don't work right!

11 thoughts on “My Village”

  1. Yay, you did it!!! The village post! 🙂 I love little places like that, where everybody knows everybody. What’s the population there? I grew up in a little village of about 1000 people! If I’m ever “up” (down, actually haha) that way, I’ll make sure we make a stop at “The Goat” 🙂

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    1. If we stop at The Goat we may end up being dragged around the corner to the funeral home…err..police department! Cool!
      I don’t know the population of the actual village. But I DO know that you can’t do anything here without everyone knowing! LOL I’ll have to tell you about the time I got robbed with my younger son and what happened at the trial!

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