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~Welcome~
In the heart of Southern New England where the Blackstone River flows, there stood a wooded hill. To three little boys that hill seemed a mountain, and thus the beloved homestead became known as "Tellnard Mountain". One of those little boys would someday be my husband. His grandparents had come to Tellnard Mountain from Canada in search of just such a place to build a home and a future for their family. Stone by stone, they built their house. Side by side they built their home. They raised six children there. Two of their daughters bought parcels of the property to build their own homes and raise their own families. One of those daughters was my husband's mom. After we were married, we too lived at the top of that little hill, and began our own family.
On Tellnard Mountain, Michael's grandparents toiled, laughed, cried, lived and taught. They taught what it meant to truly live. The whole community there was one big family.
It was a place where family and
friends gathered to abide
in faith, hope, and love.
Like so many special places, the woods are gone now. We no longer live on Tellnard Mountain, but it still lives in us. Wherever we go we take those good old-fashioned values with us. We hope to share them with you here in our little corner of this global community. So, come and sit a spell. Step back in time and Listen to the sweet sounds which eminate from all of our Tellnard Mountain memories. ~Thank You for visiting~ Please come again soon as we are continually adding to our
list of offerings and our
"walks down memory lane"
on
Tellnard Mountain.
 God bless you & yours... |