I will change names and places to protect the ones in this story. Most, if not all are dead now. I loved and respected them as friends. No harm intended here, just a sweet and very funny memory that I need to share.
So we moved to the community as outsiders. We needed to pay our bills and settle for our children to have a place to be free range and educated and socialized.
The job allowed us to buy acreage and build our dream home. One offspring was in school, one was home schooled by Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Rogers,
"It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood", while eating...