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I have been there try to buy memorbial and they won't sale it and than youfind out they throw it away. I hate that. But that just reminded me of another incident. We were touring an old fashion museum and it was set up like a cowboy day wooden side walke. I seen infront of a store a man was looking in the window. I thought it was part of the display I said Oh wow this guy looks real At the same time I grabbed his fingers to see what he felt like and it was a real man. He got a kick out of it and when I ran into him later he said. Hi its the wooden man. I was embarrassed but glad he could laugh about it.
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I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is
IN GOD WE TRUST
Karen Carter '74
-KC- Ministries
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> Good one. When you could actually find the full manikins that were life =
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> Once I spoke to a wooden Indian. I had knocked him over and was afraid =
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