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Username: Quigonjecca
Surname: Gardener
DH (age & occupation): William Jasper, 21 banker
DW (age, maiden name, & occupation, if applicable): Susan Temperance Naylor, 20 seamstress.
Will and I got married just last year. He had been courting me for well nigh a year. Truley it was love at first sight.
I am looking forward to having children in the near future. But before that, we plan to start moving. William is the resteless sort of fellow who is always on the move. As soon as he heard a local wagon train was going west, he told me it was time to go.
"Susan." He said, his brown hair matted with sweat from the long days work. "We're going to Oregon."
I stood there with my mouth agape. Surely he was playing a game...? But no, he wanted to go. "O-okay." I finally stammered. At my consent he lifted me up into the air and twirled me about, flashing a bright smile. Then he relayed all his hopes and dreams to me for after we moved.
So now, I'm packing up the wagon. I made the tearful desicion to leave my mother's wardrobe behind. We took the matress off our bed, but not the frame. Our wagon is small, but will soon be our home.
So, I write as my home slowly fades away...
Okay, so I got carried away! That's what happens when a writer signs up!
Surname: Gardener
DH (age & occupation): William Jasper, 21 banker
DW (age, maiden name, & occupation, if applicable): Susan Temperance Naylor, 20 seamstress.
Will and I got married just last year. He had been courting me for well nigh a year. Truley it was love at first sight.
I am looking forward to having children in the near future. But before that, we plan to start moving. William is the resteless sort of fellow who is always on the move. As soon as he heard a local wagon train was going west, he told me it was time to go.
"Susan." He said, his brown hair matted with sweat from the long days work. "We're going to Oregon."
I stood there with my mouth agape. Surely he was playing a game...? But no, he wanted to go. "O-okay." I finally stammered. At my consent he lifted me up into the air and twirled me about, flashing a bright smile. Then he relayed all his hopes and dreams to me for after we moved.
So now, I'm packing up the wagon. I made the tearful desicion to leave my mother's wardrobe behind. We took the matress off our bed, but not the frame. Our wagon is small, but will soon be our home.
So, I write as my home slowly fades away...
Okay, so I got carried away! That's what happens when a writer signs up!
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