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Welcome to Sarah’s Attic of Treasures. I post pictures quotes, recipes and anything I like. This includes SHARING OTHER BLOGGERS AND THEIR BLOGS HERE AND ELSEWHERE. It’s a Treasure Chest of Goodies. Smile. You never know whose day you may brighten.
Sarah’s Attic Of Treasures started in March 2015. I had no idea what I was doing or what to expect.
I just knew I needed an outlet.
Photos and other things last added on July 28, 2015. I update a few minor details in September 2020.
As I stumble through my Facebook accounts, pages and groups,
the 3 blogs I have started (this being one of them)
and all of the other social media platforms
I seem to have connected to I find myself LOST in a world I can’t keep up with.
My name is an issue.
Am I Debbie Or Sarah or Sarah Sue? My names are a story ALL their own. (I have a whole post called AM I Debbie Or Sarah In a Sticky Note)
I started with one email account: email@example.com in the mid 90’s.
(Ralphie Jr. was a pet rabbit from when I still lived on the farm) It was all I needed.
Then when Danny and I got together and were emailing each other, I wanted one HE could remember. So I started one at Juno.
Somehow, I have 6 of them. 2 are state emails.
No one could possibly remember what email and password to use for which site/blog.
Have I confused you yet?
10 years ago I was Debbie Sue Kasch.
Single Mom. Teacher. Daughter.
Living in Colorado and loving it.
This is where I played back then.
14 years ago I left my beloved Colorado to marry Danny and live in Florida.
AFTER my only child died. Bobby was 25.
He would be 40 years old in 2020.
I see him , so clearly, as he would be today.
Am I still a mom?
In my Heart :
Am I still a teacher?
I was born Debra Sue Kasch in Illinois. I am 61 (62 in December ) years young.
I had an awesome childhood and had the best parents a child could possibly have.
I was a raised by a teacher and nurse.
I am also a farmer’s daughter.
We had a small farm, 160 acres called Cedar Manor Stock Farm.
It was a wonderful life. We raised and grew most of our food.
Bobby was born July 17, 1980 in Grafton, Illinois.
The two of us moved to Colorado in 1982 when Bobby was 2 years old.
I taught School for 17 years before starting a daycare/preschool, after school program in my home.
We loved it there and I never planned on leaving it.
Until I met Danny.
That is a story for a post or 2 all it’s own.
It was a love story from the beginning.
Rolling Meadows Ranch
Do I work?
Yes. Hard. When I can.
What do I do?
I volunteer at the same state park where Danny works as a ranger.
Lake Kissimmee State Park, Lake Wales, Florida.
We live on adjoining state property called Rolling Meadows Ranch. Managed by LKSP.
Danny and I live in a restored Cracker house surrounded by cow pastures and lot’s of cows. Our visitors are of the animal variety. Deer, turkeys, sandhill cranes and other wildlife are in our yard on a daily basis. No feeding allowed either.
2020- Sadly both Mr. Bojangles and Vittles are no longer with us. Bo died a year ago. Vittles died during the summer. He was 12 years old. Oh how I miss both of them. They were MINE. Totally.
Baby Girl came to our home 3 year ago. She is definitely A BABY GIRL.
Died died Memorial Weekend 2019.
I am lost without them.
Two- legged visitors are allowed access through a locked entrance gate a mile down the road.
I also volunteer on Rolling Meadows Ranch. More here than at the park any more.
This was an old sod farm and before that it was a tomato farm.
The state is in the process of restoring the property back to a more native state.
Bobby died in 2006.
Danny has always called me by my nickname from high school, so in Florida, I am Sarah.
My family and others call me Debbie.
So many changes.
Health issues have taken a huge toll on me and I am housebound most of the time any more. Missing work. Missing working with Danny.
Missing my family.
Missing the life I had in Colorado.
Missing Mom And Dad.
That was Ralphie Jr. (Rabbit) and Cisco and Stan.
We had a milk goat named Fran.
(San Francisco. )
Ralphie Jr. And Cisco.
I got lost somewhere along the way.
Now I am questioning so many things. Feeling displace.
This blog is my way of doing just that.
So thank you for dropping by here. I hope you like it here and visit from time to time.
If you leave a message, I will be glad to drop in to visit you.