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Fans have always been a part of my life. I admit, I'm addicted to them. I can't sleep without one humming next to the bed. It's pitiful, but I love my fans!
I grew up in East Texas in an old farm house with no air conditioning. If you haven't experienced a Texas summer, let me tell you, it's just plain old HOT! As a child, fans were always humming and breezes always blowing. I didn't know any different, it was just life!
I began collecting old fans a long time ago and have displayed them in my home for years. I have a couple on top of the fridge in the kitchen...
...a few more on top of a cabinet in the dining area...
...and one in the living room.
The ZERO's are my favorites...I think!? I have three different sizes and colors and like them grouped together.
I don't run the old fans, but just their presence is somehow comforting.
Here's a Heart Rock for your Pocket:
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles... 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Wishing you God's best,
Elaine
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