Just a few of my lives

12/13/14
I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now but have been so busy. The other day I was thinking about a brother/sister duo who sell at the Farmer’s Market and wondered what they did before FMs. Then I wondered what many others who come weekly to sell their wares did in their ‘other life’ . That led me to consider the many lives I have now led-and this just since adulthood. I’ve worked in a garment factory putting the collars on the suit for Haspel Brothers–to my knowledge a ‘now defunct’ company. Then my hubby wanted me to quit and be home so when he was home from his offshore job we could rack the roads or just do whatever we wanted to do-so I did. BUT, I began sewing while he was gone and sold my wares at the local mom n pop store. Then I bought us a store and we ran that for a year, a year that almost ruined us.
After the store fiasco, I once again began to find me something to do and ended up doing wood work for around 10 years until we opened our greenhouse nursery business. For about 20 years, I was a nursery owner/worker.
Of course all good things must come to an end, and the nursery business did when I developed a lung bacteria along with the COPD I had from smoking. The bacteria I picked up working in the dirt and nursery environment, and after 3 years of trying to be stubborn I had to close the business down. So now, I am a Farmer’s Market vendor, selling jellies, oils, salves, bread, and the most awesome cinnamon/sticky buns that ever crossed the lips of mankind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I may exaggerate, but they sure are good.
So my goal now is to discover to what my FM friends did in their other life! 😀

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