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

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Author: Elizabeth

I'm a wife, mom, and grandma who loves cooking, baking, gardening, and all things that go into making a cozy coop for my brood. Although I'm disabled I try not to let it get in the way of what I love doing.

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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