While walking down the path of life
I came to a fork in the road
I didn’t know which path to take
For I was carrying a heavy load
My head was telling me take the path to the right
It is so bright and sunny
You don’t have to worry about anyone
It’s a life filled with luxury and money
My heart was pleading to go to the left
But the path was so bumpy and long
With all that I needed to carry
I couldn’t take a chance that it might be wrong
My soul then gently prodded
Straight is the path you should take
But it was so overgrown and lonely
I was fearful this path would be a mistake
As I stood there lost and frighten
Praying I would choose the right road
He came to me soft as a whisper
And offered to lighten my load
Reluctantly I put down my bundle
I felt nervous and a little ashamed
How could I accept help from this kind stranger
I didn’t even know his name
Dear child you knew me when you were a baby
For I have been with you every moment of your life
How sad you have forgotten me
Now you are lost in a world filled with strife
Slowly He opened my bundle
And took a long look inside
It was filled with fear, guilt and worry
There was so much sorrow He actually cried
My precious child why do you feel
You must carry this around
There is a world filled with love and laughter
It is so unnecessary to let this weigh you down
One by one he took each pain and asked
“Will you please give this to me?”
I felt my heart becoming lighter
My spirit was being set free
When I looked up to thank Him
For His love and generosity
I found to my amazement
A new path had opened up to me
I knew in an instant that this is the path
I would travel until my dying day
I will always give thanks and praise
That He had stopped to show me the way
I know now that negative emotions
Will only weigh me down
A positive, loving attitude
Is much lighter I have found
So if you find a fork in the road
And choosing becomes an unbearable task
Remember He is always there to love and guide you
All you have to do is ask
Harmony Hill and the wonderful people who live there are fictional.
Some of the stories they tell have been inspired by real people in my life.
I hope you enjoy my work. Most of the credit should go to my three sons
for the inspiration and spark of insanity I needed to write this entertaining blog.
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Welcome to Harmony Hill
Hello
I’m Isabella Endicotti, but everyone just calls me Bella Nonna.
Let me tell you about Harmony Hill. It’s a little piece of Heaven tucked away from the rest of world. My great grandfather, Lorenzo Auditore, purchased it over one hundred years ago.
He and his two brothers had left Italy and traveled the United States looking for a better life. His two older brothers stay in America for five years before deciding to go back to Italy, but my great grandfather stayed and traveled all over the United States. He would take odd jobs where ever he could get them. One day while working for Northland Orchards he found a slice of Heaven, as he always referred to it. He knew that this was where he was destined to spend the rest of his life. My great grandfather worked night and day until he had earned enough money to purchase it.
While working out in the mid-west he met, fell in love and married my great grandmother, Harmony Lacroix.
My great grandfather took his new bride and her brother and sister-in-law home to live in Harmony Hill. They built a cozy little house and got to work planting fruit trees, nut trees and a huge garden. Soon they had earned enough money to open a general store in the center of town.
Times were tough in the early 1900’s, so my great grandfather came up a great plan. He would contact some of the people he had worked with while trying to earn the money to buy Harmony Hill.
He had worked on a dairy farm in Wisconsin and became great friends with Ingvar Gustafsson, the nephew of the owner. He knew Mr. Gustafsson would not be inheriting any part of the dairy farm, so my great grandfather offer him a piece of land at the bottom of Harmony Hill near the large lake my great grandfather named Serenity Spring. Mr. Gustafsson’s uncle had given him two dairy cows as a wedding present which helped him start his new life in Harmony Hill. In return for the land, Mr. Gustafsson supplied my great grandparents with milk and other dairy products.
While working at a construction site my great grandfather met two master carpenters, Mr. Cleavon Johnson and Mr. James Washington. He offered them the same deal as Mr. Gustafsson.
Mr. and Mrs. Schneider were about to lose their farm and all of their livestock when my great grandfather got in contact with them. They were more than happy to accept the deal.
With a bit of luck, a lot of love and hard work my grandparents were able to buy Northland Orchards. The Gustafsson family was able to buy the land that Gustafsson’s Family Dairy now sits on. Mr. Johnson and Mr. Washington started their own construction company. Most of the homes here were built by Johnson & Washington Construction. Schneider Meat products are sold in most of the grocery store around here.
Over the years my great grandparent had many traveling workers. Most stayed for a short spell, but a few had such a great love for the land that my great grandparents gave them small portions of their land with the understanding that they would share their goods and services with the other residence.
As the families grew, so did Harmony Hill. Nowhere, to my knowledge, will you find a more eclectic loving group of people. Each family has its own unique family customs and traditions, but we all share the same family value.
Hard to believe, well get comfortable and I’ll tell you a little about the goings on around here.
I’m Isabella Endicotti, but everyone just calls me Bella Nonna.
Let me tell you about Harmony Hill. It’s a little piece of Heaven tucked away from the rest of world. My great grandfather, Lorenzo Auditore, purchased it over one hundred years ago.
He and his two brothers had left Italy and traveled the United States looking for a better life. His two older brothers stay in America for five years before deciding to go back to Italy, but my great grandfather stayed and traveled all over the United States. He would take odd jobs where ever he could get them. One day while working for Northland Orchards he found a slice of Heaven, as he always referred to it. He knew that this was where he was destined to spend the rest of his life. My great grandfather worked night and day until he had earned enough money to purchase it.
While working out in the mid-west he met, fell in love and married my great grandmother, Harmony Lacroix.
My great grandfather took his new bride and her brother and sister-in-law home to live in Harmony Hill. They built a cozy little house and got to work planting fruit trees, nut trees and a huge garden. Soon they had earned enough money to open a general store in the center of town.
Times were tough in the early 1900’s, so my great grandfather came up a great plan. He would contact some of the people he had worked with while trying to earn the money to buy Harmony Hill.
He had worked on a dairy farm in Wisconsin and became great friends with Ingvar Gustafsson, the nephew of the owner. He knew Mr. Gustafsson would not be inheriting any part of the dairy farm, so my great grandfather offer him a piece of land at the bottom of Harmony Hill near the large lake my great grandfather named Serenity Spring. Mr. Gustafsson’s uncle had given him two dairy cows as a wedding present which helped him start his new life in Harmony Hill. In return for the land, Mr. Gustafsson supplied my great grandparents with milk and other dairy products.
While working at a construction site my great grandfather met two master carpenters, Mr. Cleavon Johnson and Mr. James Washington. He offered them the same deal as Mr. Gustafsson.
Mr. and Mrs. Schneider were about to lose their farm and all of their livestock when my great grandfather got in contact with them. They were more than happy to accept the deal.
With a bit of luck, a lot of love and hard work my grandparents were able to buy Northland Orchards. The Gustafsson family was able to buy the land that Gustafsson’s Family Dairy now sits on. Mr. Johnson and Mr. Washington started their own construction company. Most of the homes here were built by Johnson & Washington Construction. Schneider Meat products are sold in most of the grocery store around here.
Over the years my great grandparent had many traveling workers. Most stayed for a short spell, but a few had such a great love for the land that my great grandparents gave them small portions of their land with the understanding that they would share their goods and services with the other residence.
As the families grew, so did Harmony Hill. Nowhere, to my knowledge, will you find a more eclectic loving group of people. Each family has its own unique family customs and traditions, but we all share the same family value.
Hard to believe, well get comfortable and I’ll tell you a little about the goings on around here.
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- For years I have written things down… memories too precious to forget, feeling too deep to express and "my two cents" that I was too insecure to voice. I kept them in a folder marked "Ramblings of a Stay-At-Home Mom". My dream was to find the courage to be able to share them with other full time caregivers who felt lost and alone like me. For many years when I was confronted by one of life's big hurtles, I wished I had someone to talk to, laugh with or just reassure me "this too shall pass" because they've been there, done that. I hope this blog will help you or at least give you a giggle or two. If you would like to publish any of my stories please e-mail me at: alicek303@Yahoo.com Follow me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Alice-Ciprani-Kline
