Husband was reading the local newspaper Sunday morning and suddenly let out a guffaw and then started chuckling and shaking his head. “Read this,” he said, handing Section B of the paper, the local section, to me. There, on the front page, was this article: A Young Entrepreneur Worth A Look
We met Mrs. Trentelman on the first trip to the local market with Daughter. She returned, with husband in tow, last Saturday. He visited with both of us for a while. She bought a quilt.
As he walked away he said, “That is a remarkable daughter you have there. I would wish her luck, but I don’t think she needs it. She is making her own.”
Thank you, Mr. Trentelman, for thinking my daughter’s story was worth a story.