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what to make of this wonderful coincidence. Is it just coincidence?
We have lived in our home for thirty-one years. We were strangers in the community when we purchased this wonderful old farmhouse with three acres. We raised our family here, and are now a part of the community.
The old gentleman who sold the house to us once farmed the ninety acres that used to be part of the property. He was born in this house, and was the youngest of six children. Although the house was built about 1890, we are only the second family ever to own it.
Mr. D. was a good Democrat. He was pleased to learn that we are Democrats, because it means that no Republican has ever lived in his family home.
When I would visit him in the nursing home, he used to tell me stories about the area. He never told me any stories about the house. I am sure it broke his heart to leave it. He had no children, and died at 91. I thought his only relative was a nephew.
I went to a nearby county for a Democratic dinner and fundraiser. When the first vice-chairman spoke, she told a little story about visiting her uncle at his farm home when she was small. She talked about the house, the farm, and the beloved uncle who taught her to be a good Democrat.
When she identified the location and the name of the man, I just about jumped out of my chair. She was talking about Mr. D. and my house!
We talked for awhile about things. I will see her again, probably at her county's summer picnic.
I would never have met this woman if I hadn't become active in county Democratic politics. And the dinner was about an hour away, near the Iowa border. I didn't have to go. It was a courtesy to another Democratic chairman who has been especially nice to me.
For some reason, I don't think this was just coincidence. I have the impression that this happened for a reason I don't yet understand.
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