The creation of My Mothers Attic began on a small farm in southern Arizona, accessible only by a narrow dirt road, that caused swirls of dus...read more
The creation of My Mothers Attic began on a small farm in southern Arizona, accessible only by a narrow dirt road, that caused swirls of dust to rise high in the air, whenever a vehicle approached or passed by. The tanker that came each day to collect the milk produced by the resident dairy cows threw up so much dust, it looked like a blanket had been thrown in the air. Whoever saw an approaching vehicle first, would call out "someone's coming".
I only realized much later in life that this small farm planted itself deep in my subconscious, shaping my thoughts, steering my path. From the time I was a tiny little toddler being guided up the walk to the farmhouse by my grandfather, I was under its influence.
Recently, while emptying the attic of my parents' home, I was reminded of what my grandparents said, probably on a daily basis: "never throw anything away; this store offers those items and many more along with 100% satisfaction. Thanks for looking at My Mother's Attic.....Enjoy
Hello,We are currently on vacation returning Monday, January 23, 2017. Our next shipping date will be Tuesday, January 24, 2017.Thanks for visiting My Mothers Attic.
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