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Penny Zeller: The Dream House & Giveaway

5/6/2012

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This week we welcome Penny Zeller to Author Memories.

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Penny Zeller is the author of several books and numerous magazine articles, which are listed at the bottom of this post.

Penny is an active volunteer in her community, devoting her time to assisting and nurturing women and children into a closer relationship with Christ. Her passion is to use the gift of the written word that God has given her to glorify Him and to benefit His kingdom.

When she's not writing, Penny enjoys spending time with her family and camping, hiking, canoeing, and playing volleyball. While she is generally a health nut, Penny does have one small weakness: hot tamales (yes, the little red candy kind!)


The Dream House
By Penny Zeller

I gazed at the brown and white playhouse with the pointed roof. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it - after all, it even had a crafted railing surrounding its own porch! A narrow white door led to the interior and I let myself imagine what it might be like inside this miniature dreamhouse.

“Do you want to look in the windows?” my dad asked, as if reading my mind. I could only nod. My mouth was wide open, but I couldn’t utter a word.

Dad led my mom, sister, brother, and me around the back of the playhouse where two windows, complete with screens, begged me for a peek within them.

I looked through the lower window. The miniature house was carpeted with brown carpet, and the builder had paneled the walls in a soft beige color. My imagination went to work deciding where I would put furniture, pictures, writing paper, and toys.  If only this was my playhouse!

Dad lifted me so I could see inside the top window. An upstairs? I couldn’t believe it! I imagined a rounded staircase… Later I would discover it was a bunk and not an upstairs, but for the moment, I allowed my mind to wander.

“They’re selling raffle tickets to win the playhouse. It’s for a good cause,” Dad said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Did you buy some?” I asked, my question coming out more like a whispered gasp.

“Yes,”Dad said, rubbing his hand along the smooth outdoor brown and white siding.“I’m going to win this for you kids.”

“Eddie, don’t make promises like that,” I heard my mom whisper.

Dad only winked at me and I dared to believe just for a second that he was right.

For the next several days, I couldn’t get my mind off of that  playhouse. The possibilities of home ownership at the age of 10 were just too great. 
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Penny at age 10
Then one day, it happened. A large semi truck from my dad’s employment pulling a forklift drove down our dirt road. And what was strapped to the trailer of the semi? The playhouse!

My heart stopped and the volleyball I had been playing with fell to the ground. I rubbed my eyes. Surely, I was dreaming, as I had so many times before of this moment. (After all, I was known for my daydreams!)  
 
We were a one-income family and my parents didn’t have much money. How then could Dad have purchased enough raffle tickets for us to win? Surely it was a miracle!

Minutes later, I realized it was true and not a dream. I saw the smile on Mom’s face and heard the squeals of my younger brother and sister as the semi truck made its way slowly down the road, down the hill, and into our backyard.
 
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Penny's cousin Katie stands by the dream house shortly after it was won
My imagination knew no limits, especially when it came to the playhouse. It was like a small Swiss chalet with its pointed roof, and it stood proud in our backyard next to the swingset and sandbox. My siblings, cousins, and I moved chairs onto the porch and lounged on hot summer days eating popsicles.

Inside the dream house, Mom hung two chalkboards on the wall for those times when we wanted to play school. (And yes, I was the teacher!) Dad put a desk and some shelves inside where we kept our books, stationery (for writing my stories!), and our special piggy bank fund for the less fortunate children. 
 
My cousins were our neighbors and together we took great pride in our “new home.”  We had sleepovers, played restaurant –complete with a drive-thru window and a decorated porch for outdoor dining. We moved our Fisher Price sink and oven into the playhouse to prepare special made-to-order meals (made almost exclusively out of different types of crackers).


We girls held special meetings, stayed up all night telling stories during sleepovers while eating a wide array of treats, and hid from our pesky younger brother and boy cousins during the day when they threatened to “torment” us.

 
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Penny, age 10 (center) with her brother, Luke, age 4 (left) and sister Becky, age 7 (right) goofing around with some wigs their aunt gave them.
Many years have passed since those days spent in the playhouse. We no longer have our little dream house, but one thing we do have is all the wonderful memories that were created and won’t ever be forgotten. I now share whose memories with my own children about that day when one of my most-wished-for wishes came true.


Did you have a special place you have fond memories of when you were young? Any secret clubs? Do you have a special place you go to now?


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GIVEAWAY!
Leave a comment with a valid email address by midnight, May 13th
to be entered in a draw for a copy of 
Penny Zeller's Kaydie.
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Kaydie, Whitaker House, Sep 2011

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For the first time in years, Kaydie Worthington Kraemer can breathe easily. Although she is still haunted by memories of her abusive husband, Darius, she takes comfort in knowing the man is dead. Staying with her sister McKenzie and brother–in–law, Zach Sawyer, at their ranch, Kaydie is still wary of men,  especially now that she has another life inside of her to protect. As she looks forward to her baby's birth, she builds a protective wall around herself that won't be easy to tear down.

Ranch hand Jonah Dickenson views his boss,  Zach, like a brother. He does not, however, envy Zach's new role as a husband. Deserted by his mother at a young age and forever despised and rejected by his own father, Jonah has few close relationships. But there's something about Kaydie that draws him to her and makes him question his decision to remain a bachelor.

When Cedric Van Aulst, an old friend of Kaydie's, comes to town, an unforeseen prospect of marriage arises. Cedric is someone Kaydie trusts. Will she settle for a safe union with him, or can she trust God to guard her heart and her life in the arms of Jonah?

Kaydie is part of the Montana Skies Historical Romance Series from Whitaker House:

Book 1 - McKenzie, Sep 2010
Book 2 - Kaydie, Mar 2011 (Book trailer above)
Book 3 - Hailee, Sep 2011 (Book trailer below)

Along with her Montana Skies series, Penny Zeller is the author of 
77 Ways Your Family Can Make a Difference: Ideas and Activities for Serving Others. 
 
She is also the author of the blog "A Day in the Life of a Wife, Mom, and Author"
at www.pennyzeller.wordpress.com 
where she provides weekly doses of inspiration and humor,
along with movie reviews from a Christian worldview, and interviews with some of her favorite author friends. 

Penny loves to hear from her readers at her website,
www.pennyzeller.com
and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/pennyzellerbooks.  

50 Comments
Lyndee
5/6/2012 07:20:00 am

Fun to read the story of your special little house, Penny. That would be a little girl's dream come true. The photos are great. And I love the cracker meals. Such a fine delicacy. ;)

When we were kids, our special place was my Grandmother's front porch which featured three large concrete levels. We would place chairs on the sidewalk and perform from the second landing, using the main porch as our backstage area. My grandmother hung curtains on her front porch so we could surprise our audience with frequent costume changes. We sang, danced, and performed monologues while dressed in my aunt's 1950s prom dresses. What a riot.

Lyndee

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:52:42 am

Lyndee, I loved hearing about your memories of using your Grandmother's porch for a stage. And 1950s prom dresses? What fun! Thank you so much for sharing!

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Anita Mae
5/13/2012 10:11:32 am

I agree with Penny. I would also have liked to be the person who stopped on the sidewalk to see the girls putting on a show. :) Nowadays, you could walk through a neighbourhood and not catch a glimpse of a child because they're all in their backyards or at playschool.

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www.minnesotaroofcontractors.com link
6/26/2012 08:10:03 pm

Dream house that is something a dream of every person in his life.I like to share this blog as well.Thanks a lot.

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Jo
5/6/2012 11:10:50 pm

It was so neat reading of your little play house. A special time for little ones for sure.

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:55:58 am

Hi Jo ~ those times in the playhouse certainly were special times! Thank you for stopping by! :)

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Wendy Newcomb link
5/6/2012 11:42:13 pm

Thank you for doing this interview, would love to win Kaydie.

wfnren(at)aol(dot)com

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:57:02 am

Hi Wendy ~ I'm honored that you enjoyed the interview. I can't wait to see who is chosen as the winner of "Kaydie!"

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Liz R
5/7/2012 03:30:54 am

Kaydie sounds wonderful!

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:57:49 am

Awww, thank you, Liz! I appreciate your compliment!

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Merry
5/7/2012 04:40:08 am

In the woods behind our house was a special little thicket we could crawl into and we would pretend it was our little house. It was a quiet, beautiful place for fun and for dreaming!

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 07:00:29 am

Wow, Merry! The woods behind your house sound like a wonderful place with lots of fun memories of daydreaming! Thank you for sharing!

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Anita mae
5/13/2012 10:14:14 am

Lying under the caragana hedge was my favourite hiding place and yet I cringe now just thinking of all the creepy crawlies I disturbed while under there. LOL

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Susie
5/7/2012 05:42:22 am

Great interview and would love a chance to win this book!

When I was little there was a huge mango tree in our backyard that we would climb on. There was a certain branch that was like a bench that you could sit on or lie on. We'd have so much fun playing on and under that tree!

Now, God has blessed me with a house that has wonderful sunrises at the front of the house and gorgeous sunsets at our backyard!

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 07:03:09 am

Thank you for your enthusiasm, Susie! Wow! Your memory sounds like in a movie - I would have loved to have spent some time on that special branch. I bet you have wonderful memories of those days!

I love your closing comment about how God has blessed you with a house that has wonderful sunrises in the front and gorgeous sunsets in the backyard. He is the master artist and I love how He gives us glimpses into His awesome creation!

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Faye Oygard link
5/7/2012 07:07:09 am

Lovely guest post, Penny. Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories with us, the pictures are awesome :)

crazi.swans at gmail dot com

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:58:57 am

Thank you, Faye, for your kind compliments about the post and the pictures. Those were fun days for sure! I hope you have a great week. :)

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Carolyn Boyles
5/7/2012 12:58:44 pm

I was 10 and my female cousin was 13 or 14. We didn't know each other well because I lived across the country. We were both visiting my grandmother, who had terminal cancer. She was in remission and my parents decided it would be a good idea for me to spend the summer with her because it was the last chance I would get. Other than her resting in the afternoons, I couldn't tell she was ill. She didn't look it.

Anyway, while she was resting, my cousin and I decided we would help her out and would clean the oven. We scrubbed for 2 hours. We couldn't get it fully clean, but it was better. We were dirtier than the oven by the time we were finished.

When my grandmother got up, she wanted to know what we were doing and we explained. She burst into laughter and just laughed for what seemed like forever. We didn't know what could possibly be so funny.

It was a self-cleaning oven.

I have been so grateful all these years to have given her such a wonderful laugh. We lost her the following April.

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:04:30 am

Carolyn, your comment brought tears to my eyes. What a sweet thing for you and your cousin to do for your grandmother. And then to find out...oops, it was a self-cleaning oven!

What a delightful memory - to remember your last moments with your grandmother laughing for what seemed like forever. Thank you so much for sharing your touching (and funny) story!

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Anita Mae
5/14/2012 07:34:48 am

This is too precious, Carolyn. Every time I zip down, I stop to read it. Yes, I can relate to your experience. You see, I cleaned enough ovens in my childhood as a chore that the first appliance I bought when I married was a self-cleaning oven. I think you and your cousin were wonderful.

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DebH
5/7/2012 11:46:07 pm

what a special, special memory to share with us. i can well imagine the hope and dreams for that house. i am sure there is another story on just how your father was able to win that house as well. wow. what a great reminder that it is the memories that are more precious than the actual physical objects that aided in their creation.

i would love to read your book nm8r67 at hotmail dot com
(so many great books... so little time)

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:07:10 am

Hi Deb ~ I'm glad you enjoyed reading about the playhouse. You know, Dad has never told us how he was able to win that little house.

You are so right - memories are more precious than the actual physical objects that aided in their creation. What a great quote!

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Amber B link
5/8/2012 12:52:57 am

I know Penny personally as our children go to school together, she is a very generous women and talented writer, I would love to own one of her books (or more) I have herd nothing but great things about her novels. Keep up the great work Penny and I hope to look forward to read "Kaydie" . Thanks God Bless

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:08:31 am

Hi Amber! Thank you so much for your sweet comment. I think very highly of you as well!

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Bryan link
5/8/2012 12:54:35 am

Great story. And I realize that I must have missed out on something important as a child. I didn't have a secret place or hideaway. Sounds like you made treasured memories there!

Thanks for the opportunity to win the book!
God Bless.

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:09:45 am

Hi Bryan ~ it's nice to see you here! Yes that playhouse was a special place and my siblings and cousins and I LOVE to talk about our fond memories there at family reunions. :)

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Anita Mae
5/13/2012 10:30:25 am

Bryan, some kids don't like the solitude of a secret place, nor the secret meeting stuff. There were 4 kids in our family. I was #2 and yet I was the only one who looked for and found a quiet place to sit and read whenever we moved. My siblings prefered more active things they could do and play together.

I have 4 kids of my own ranging from 32 to 13. The eldest was 12 yrs old when the next one came along and was the only one to go off by herself. #2 loved to read by herself, but it seemed she needed to have us in her sight. She'd plant herself down in the next room where she only had to peek over her book at us. The boys preferred to stay inside. They're readers too, but like being in the same room as everyone else.

So, it appears to be part of the way God made you. If you had needed a secret place, you would have found one somewhere. (BTW, I'm not a trained professional and this is only my opinion based on what I've seen.)

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Ladette K
5/8/2012 12:59:50 am

lovely interview! would really enjoy Kaydie, thanks for the interview and giveaway!

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:10:37 am

Thank you, Ladette, for your kind compliment and for stopping by and leaving a comment for a chance to win "Kaydie." God Bless!

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Paula Osborne
5/8/2012 02:08:55 am

I loved reading your story of the Dream house, we had a large lake with many trees surrounding it but one had wonderful limbs just right to climb and sit on, my sisters and I would hang by our legs bent over the limb or climb high into its branches to view the big lake. we had picnic tables by the lake and many family get togethers there with special homemade dishes brought to enjoy. I knew many of my cousins and enjoyed those carefree times. folks dont get together much anymore like that. thanks for sharing a part of your childhood with us. The life of a child is so special.
Paula O(kyflo130@yahoo.com)

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Penny Zeller link
5/9/2012 01:12:17 am

Wow, Paula! What a wonderful place to spend time with your sisters! I can just envision the trees and the lake (and the special homemade dishes!) Thank you for sharing. Have a blessed week!

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Terri C.
5/8/2012 02:09:38 am

I really liked this! Thank you for the chance to win!

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Anita mae
5/13/2012 11:23:13 am

You're welcome, Terri. :)

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:25:07 am

You're welcome, Terri, and thank you to Anita Mae for graciously hosting me on her blog for the giveaway!

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Bobbe link
5/8/2012 04:18:25 am

Memories make us part of who we are in life and for you to share your special memory with us Penny really means a lot. Sometimes in our lives we have to stop and dream back on special times such as yours and be forever grateful to be able to pass those memories on to family & friends for them to continue to pass on. Thank you so much for sharing that special time in your life that refreshed many in my life.

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:29:46 am

Hi Bobbe~ Thank you for stopping by Anita's blog. I'm honored that you enjoyed hearing about the playhouse and my special memories there. You are right, it is such a blessing to be able to share our childhood memories with family and friends. (You should see us when we talk about these memories at family reunions, LOL! Our poor spouses have to hear those stories over and over again! :)

Have a blessed week!

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Jinky link
5/8/2012 06:18:28 am

What a cool dream-play house! Can't say I had a special place when I was little. --Thanks for the chance to win Kaydie ..please count me in. :)

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:33:59 am

Hi Jinky ~ You're entered! I am excited to see who is chosen to win!

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Anita Mae
5/14/2012 07:38:27 am

Thanks for stopping by, Jinky. I'm fascinated by your name. Just saying it is bringing a unique character to mind. And if it's only a nickname or cyber-space edition, then thanks for bring it to my attention. :D

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Penny Zeller link
5/8/2012 06:54:49 am

Thank you so much, Anita, for graciously hosting me on your blog. It is an honor to be a part of Author Memories!

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Anita mae
5/13/2012 11:43:02 am

Hey Penny, sorry for being so late, but I appreciate you holding down the blog for me. Great topic!

We never had a playhouse like yours, but I managed to find a place no matter where we moved. In the inner city, it was in the 2' between our house and the next.

On our farm, I set up a chair and bookshelf in an old wooden grainary/outbuilding. There was a window, but no glass and the rain blew in something awful. The chair was one of those big overstuffed ones and smelled awful, possibly even had a mouse nest or two, but when I sank down into it and opened a book, I forgot where I was until someone came to get me for chores or a meal.

At one place, my secret spot was up in the loft behind some bales. Scratchy and filled with dust, I can still close my eyes and get the feeling of being there.

And like I said earlier, at one house in the city, it was under the caragana bushes. That was the worst because there wasn't much room and I couldn't read, but I could still imagine without anyone bugging me.

Penny, the honour is mine. Thank you for the visit as well as the giveaway. We'd love to have you back.

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:27:25 am

Anita, what an awesome thing to be able to contrast the secret places to play between the city and the country! I also loved how you even remembered the not-so-good smells of the big chair. I could absolutely imagine your hideout!

I would love to be your guest again. I love your blog, especially all of the old-fashioned pictures. It's great for the imagination!

Ann Knowles link
5/8/2012 09:56:17 am

I enjoyed your story about the play house. Kaydie--what a pretty name. Where did you find it? I know i'd love the book too.

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:32:58 am

Hello Ann ~ I'm thrilled that you enjoyed the story about the playhouse!

In answer to your question about Kaydie...when it came time to decide on a name for the sister who would soon have her own book, my husband and I brainstormed for a name that would not only fit the story, but also Kaydie's personality. A friend of ours has a granddaughter named Kaydence, and we thought that would be perfect. We shortened it to Kaydie so it wouldn't be so informal for the title (and everyone in the story calls her Kaydie except her parents and one other person).

That's one of my favorite things about writing - developing the characters and giving them names and personality traits. I love that!

Have a wonderful week, Ann!

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Jackie Tessnair
5/8/2012 11:28:38 am

My favorite place when I was a child was at a creek in behind our house,It was so peaceful there.I have a lot of good memories of that place.Thanks...

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:35:31 am

I enjoyed your comment, Jackie! How wonderful to have a quiet and peaceful creek behind your house. Nothing is more relaxing than the sound of trickling water. Thank you for sharing!

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faith hope & cherrytea link
5/13/2012 02:01:52 pm

fantastic! and great to see this sizeable response :)
remembering the playhouse my dad built that he painted to match our real house! awesome !
your wig pix are perfect ! and ooo the attitudes :) great post!
thx for the giveaway - luv to enter ~
faithhopecherrytea at*gmail.*com

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Penny Zeller link
5/14/2012 01:36:52 am

Thank you, Faith hope & cherrytea, for stopping by! Ooh, I love that your playhouse matched your real house. How cool is that?!

Yes, we were quite hilarious kids with those wigs. My sister once wore it to school and the teacher didn't recognize her, LOL!

Hope your day is fantastic!

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Anita Mae
5/14/2012 07:41:36 am

I always smile when I pass a yard where there's a little house that matches the big house. Sometimes it's a playhouse and other times it's a storage shed. Regardless, it reminds me that I'm a mom and I love that feeling.

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Anita Mae
5/14/2012 07:47:06 am

And now for the winner... I've assigned you each a number on my spreadsheet and input those into random.org and the winner of Penny's KAYDIE is...

Merry!

Congrats, Merry. :) Penny will be in contact with you about your postal info.

Thanks for visiting Penny at Author Memories, everyone.

And thank you, Penny, for your delightful story, kind words, and generous giveaway.

I hope you all come back for this week's post on pets we've known.

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