This morning began early. After buttoning up my new blue shirt I headed of to the Sheraton for breakfast at the Sheraton. Auntie Anne herself, Anne Bieler spoke. She was lovely and inspiring; I also attempted to video tape her entire talk... with some success. Mayors, commissioners, presidents (Dr. Flynn) and even a Senator were present. I also had the opportunity to meet a new friend, Maria who actually just moved here from the Philippines. Her English was so good I did not even realize she was new to the United States. She is adorable and as the saying goes; I would love to just put her in my pocket.
After chatting it up with my new friend Maria I ran to the house to grab directions and head off to Kutztown to meet with Captain Johnessee about the possibility of becoming a Marine Corps Officer. We’ll see where I head with that one. But I do love the amount I could learn from a mere 3-4 year experience. Who knows…. Another one of my ideas….
On the way home I was suppose to head to RPA, but the family farm (dating back to the 1700’s when my family bought the land off of William Penn himself!) is just in Fleetwood, practically on my way home to reading, and it had been almost two years since I was last there. Only one of my great Uncles was left, my Great Great Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe is now 85 years old and lives his life as a 25 year old, at least in his mind. With the help of Joe, Aunt MaryAnn, Cousin David, Nan and a few others, the farm looks incredible! What a site to be seen. I loved my Uncles but they never were the neatest men… but now the house sparkles with originality dating back before any of us were even thought of! I am in love with all the natural, beauty! When I first arrived Uncle Joe had to briefly run to a doctor’s appointment so I showed myself around a place we use to bring Thanksgiving dinner for years and years.
My, my, my I’ll be sure to post pictures soon! Maybe it is because of the stories and personal family history tied to the farm, or just the historical thought about how my family can say they own the original house and property from when they first came to America from Germany as immigrants. Either way I love the farm. There are emus, peacocks, cows, lots of cats (but they are all “fixed” and no longer able to reproduce), geese and a beautiful pond. Soon Uncle Joe was back and took me on a tour after treating me to the opportunity to feed the emus and take home some gorgeous peacock feathers. He took me through the house and told me more about my other great great aunts, uncles and grandparents. I have heard so many stories but they never get old. I love how we have the original beds, desks, clocks and other various pieces of furniture. He told me more about the pie room and baking room, and pointed out the original outhouse. One new thing I learned from Uncle Joe was about the one room school house directly across the street from the farm, which he attended. Crazy! My family owns the original land, stone home and SCHOOL HOUSE! At least I think it’s way cool!
Well any way I know you most likely don’t care about “the farm” so I’ll carry on in my ramblings. I then proceeded home and went to Canal Street for work. The night was painless and paid okay. Nothing spectacular occurred and we weren’t completely dead so that was nice. Then I came home and studied and I’m sure you car about the rest of my detailed evening which has ended with this blog. More adventures to come.
Ps. Cast list posted later this week, GET EXCITED!
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