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Ben, today I got to thinking about places we lived. We averaged moving every year until we bought our first house.      Mostly I was thinking of that big old house on Martin avenue. Both of us and all our 4 children always declared it to be our very happiest home. We had already started going to church. Our lives had changed immensely. We didn't make a big change just because someone told us to. We changed because we never felt good about ourselves doing and acting as we did beforehand.      Martin Avenue house was so near to the church, friends from church were always dropping in. Our house was always a place of welcome. How many Friday nights did we have the young people at our house? We played games, ate sloppy dogs (bet I have done more sloppy dogs than anyone else). It was truly a home, some called it the Miller cafe, or the Miller Coffee shop. Honey, memories cannot be taken from us. Truly, we made memories, you and I, our children, and our church. Our home, yours and mine, was always a place of welcome, even though when we moved alot changed. People saw us as too far away so we didn't have many people, not even our children anymore. Not our fault, we only moved, we never moved the welcome sign.    Just thinking some about our lives, about our home. Thinking how very much God blessed us. We talked about our great blessings and was thankful to our GOD for everything. I miss you but am so thankful to have good memories. Ben Miller I love you............BILL-EE