After I graduated in 1973 from Juniata College with my lovely B. S. Degree in Chemistry (some people say I really am good at the B. S., chuckle, chuckle, yuk, yuk) I came back near my childhood home to live in the little town of Dublin, PA, with my even more lovely wife, Marge, who was also from nearby, the town of Souderton. Dublin is just a few miles up Route 313, Swamp Road, from where our nursery tree farm "headquarters" property is today. I began working for a chemical company and Marge began her career as an elementary school teacher. We rented a little apartment above what is now Dublin's furniture/second-hand store. Practically right next door was the local "icon" Dublin Inn (THE Diner). When we saw a sign in the front window at the diner the following May which read "waitress wanted," Marge decided that she could work there for the summer and then she could handle working part-time during the next school year too. We were off to a pretty good start with our lives, but we weren't going to be truly "getting ahead" monetarily. To be able to have children and a family, renting that little apartment wasn't going to do. As Marge said, "We need a HOUSE." She was right. Of course. As for me, I already KNEW real estate and land was THE TICKET for financial growth, as my "Unca Bill" had told me. Well, Richard Evans was the name of the owner of the Dublin Inn back in the late 70's and Richard told Marge that even though she was personable, trim and very physically fit, even though she could do the arithmetic to add up the items on the guest's bills plus figuring the sales tax in her head for the customers right there at their table, Marge was NO GOOD. Because Marge wanted to work part-time after the summer, Richard wouldn't even hire her to work there for a while as he continued to look for someone who would be full-time ONLY and PERMANENTLY. If Marge wouldn't work full-time and quit her job as a teacher she could not work there at all. Now that's funny, although at the time Marge was quite hurt and more than a little angry. "Physically fit, trim..." Marge repeated the words to me, "You want land? A house? Let's work for OURSELVES. We can mow lawns. We'll put an ad in the newspaper, signs on our front door and in our cars' windows. I'll do days in the summer, and we'll share the work together evenings and weekends in spring and fall." Dale Carnegie said in How to win Friends and Influence People, "never argue with someone when they're right." Let's face it, Marge was right. Being out in the fresh air after a day indoors and enjoying the physical aspect of mowing together as the sun set romantically was actually a marvelous experience for us. It also gave us the money for the down payment to buy our first house that fall. Mowing also lead to "cleanouts" and "hauling" jobs, so we could sell and trade so-called junk. We traded for a Scottish heritage cow, a little for a pet, a little for milk and to fatten up for meat, and a little because he mowed the grass around our house, we kind of had enough mowing to satisfy our mowing desires. It was a Highland Hill cow. When people began buying flowers from our window boxes and garden during our junk swap, barter, and trade sales, the nursery business you see today was born. We own many properties today, worth, well never mind, let's just say, THANK YOU RICHARD, WE OWE ALL WE HAVE TO YOU! After school, at the end of the day, and on weekends, Marge has her part-time second job. She works with me at Highland Hill Farm. Come meet her. After 29 years of marriage, Marge is still pretty, still trim and physically fit. If you buy $500 worth of trees and shrubs, or more, from Marge, you can arm-wrestle for FREE! Sincerely Yours, Bill