Leah Rayanne
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Tag Archives: aprons
Something about a new apron.
My Papaw has taken it upon himself to present each of his grandchildren with their first pocketknife and their first gun. Yes. I own a gun. Anyway, as the youngest, tonight Hannah was the last grandchild to receive her knife. You’ve never seen a preteen girl so content with a birthday gift. Continue reading
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Tagged aprons, birthdays, courage, family, grandparents, home, life, One Dead Poet, pocketknives, traditions, Uncle Remus
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