When I grew up our home was a "hotel" with visitors from near and far. My small room was always the "vacant room" for our guests and I moved in with my parents. I was so used to it - it was how it was supposed to be. Guests were usually relatives who needed a place to stay for a while, aunts and uncles visiting from Canada or the US, and others who enjoyed my parents ever open hearts and hospitality.My mother and father were well known for their friendly, respectful, and loving manner. Guests stayed from a few days to several months or a year!
Now the next generations are the same. The Duck and Cherry often has fun visitors from various places. Our children have grown up with people visiting and staying for a while - and in turn enjoy spending time with others and getting to know them better. Family meals are big - and fun!Our latest visitor was Patsy, an English lady that Arnfinn taught as a missionary in England thirty-some years ago - we loved having her here, listening to her stories and her wonderful dialect. Our grandchildren loved her hugs and smiles, and Sunday dinner with green enchiladas was enjoyed with fourteen adults and four grandchildren. Bliss!
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