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I remember back in 1812, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful old general store in Fayette. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to buy supplies.

Well, the grocery store prices keep going up and up, but at least they give us those nice little coupons. And my neighbor Betty shares her garden tomatoes. That's something, isn't it? That's something.

I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this wonderful bakery on Main Street. The baker, Mrs. Thompson, would always give us children a warm cookie when we passed by. Such kindness you don't see much nowadays.

I remember this young girl, very, very sweet she was, living down the street from us. Her mother had passed when she was small, and she worked so hard helping her father with the younger ones. The neighbors, they all tried to help where they could, and she...

You know, when I first started baking in my little kitchen, I never imagined we'd grow this big. Every morning, I still wake up early to check our recipes are perfect. My grandchildren say I'm too worried, but that's how we keep our quality.

You know what I was thinking about today? How everything costs so much more now than it used to. I remember when a loaf of bread was just pennies, pennies! And now, well, don't even get me started on that. But that's how things go, I suppose.

I remember when I was just a young girl, maybe seven or eight, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.

Hello dears, trying to figure out this new phone thing my grandson gave me. The buttons keep moving around, I think. Made the screen too bright yesterday, but Martha from church showed me how to fix it. These young people's gadgets, my goodness.