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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;libbyloodle, post: 36844, member: 376&quot;]<font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">So THIS is where everyone is now</font></font></p><p><br /></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">Even though I wasn’t very active on the “other” forum, I definitely recognize most of the members here. Many of you have helped me in the past, and I look forward to picking your collectively huge brains once again. I have much respect and admiration for each of you, not only for your remarkable levels of knowledge, but also for your kindness and your willingness to share what you know. </font></font></p><p><br /></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">I registered here a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been reading and finding my way around. This site has a great feel to it ~ professional information combined with humor and some personal stories ~ in a friendly and inviting atmosphere! Even from just the little that I’ve read so far, many members are more than just names to me now. I’d like to become more involved than I ever was in the past. Hence, this post ~ my formal introduction. I must admit though, I do not share the same level of knowledge as all you smarty-pants people. I do however; share the passion!! </font></font></p><p><br /></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">I grew up in a Centreville, DE, a small town between Winterthur Museum and Longwood Gardens. We moved to Centreville when I was 11, from a neighborhood full of kids my age. Centreville though, couldn’t have been more boring for a kid in the 70’s. There were a handful of businesses scattered around…a bank, one restaurant, the local veterinarian, a couple of tiny expensive specialty shops, and a couple of antique stores. I babysat for everyone in town, and I frequented the antique stores often. One day, in one of the antique shops, I spotted a ring that I couldn’t live without. It was an emerald cut yellow topaz set in a yellow gold band. On each side of the center stone, there was a twisty gold leaf-like design along with a tiny diamond. I was probably 12 or 13 at the time and I really wanted that ring. I couldn’t afford it, but the shop owner took a liking to me and let me make payments. Every time I babysat, I would walk my earnings up to her shop and get a little closer to owning that beautiful ring. She made a big fuss over me to anyone who happened to be in the store at the time, telling the story of how I was buying this ring with my own money. I still remember exactly what that lady looked like. And, I still have that ring ~ 40’some years later </font></font></p><p><br /></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">Just so you know ~</font></font></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4"><br /></font></font></p><p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="4">[ATTACH=full]9295[/ATTACH] </font></font>[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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