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So, it’s been a minute guys. I promise I haven’t just dropped off the face of the earth. I have been diligently writing my next story, along with playing my new legacy. I just can’t quite bring myself to start editing. I’ve got tons of screenshots, I just don’t have the mental ability to sit down and open up my editing software just yet. 

Since December my husband and I have been trying to sell our house. So far it’s been a slow and stressful process. Once it’s sold, we will be packing our family of 6 and 2 dogs up, buying an Rv and moving across the country. I seriously can’t wait for this adventure, but the limbo of waiting is just torture, hence my resistance to editing. This story is just so good, and I want to do it justice, but I’m having trouble putting my heart into much more than the writing. I’ve gone so much more in depth with the characters and their individual backgrounds and complex relationships. 

So, all that to say, my new story is coming. Not sure of when, but it’s coming and I really hope you guys will love it as much as I do! 

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I have good news and I have bad news. 

The good news is that my computer is finally fixed!

The bad news is that it’s looking like my save file for the Amery Legacy was corrupted, which brings their story to an end. I’m super bummed, but on the bright side I learned a lot that I can apply to my next legacy. I’m still sorting out my CC and everything so it will be a bit before you see anything new from me. 

Cheers guys!

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It has been a while!

My kids are all back in school, and we’ve gotten into our new routine and so I should have plenty of time to get back into posting. 

And here comes the big but...

BUT, my compture is currently a mess. Somehow the bios was deleted, I can’t find the orignal files to download and there are not updates for my version. So, I have to send it off to hopefully be fixed under my warranty. I don’t know how long that will take, and while I’m trying to make copies of all my files my computer is having a really hard time doing it so things are a bit incomplete. 

Hopefully I will be able to jump right back in once it’s back, but theres a slight possiblity that I may not be able to recover my Amery save. Fingers crossed all goes well though and hopeuflly I’ll be back to posting in a few weeks. 

Cheers!

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   With the move we have 4 new household members.

Harriet Elizabeth Amery

Jane Marie Amery

Andrew Martin Amery

Lillian Margaret Amery

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   Between Michael and Abigail’s respective inheritances, and Harriets contribution, they managed to find and buy an old farmhouse on the outskirts of New Henford. They packed the essentials and sold the rest, and moved. While sad to leave all they knew behind, they would now have room to grow even with four new additions to the household.

The front of Amery Homestead. 

Back yard with deck and laundry area. 

Leading into the garden from the back yard. 

Front sitting room with fireplace and Charlotte’s upright piano.

Formal living room. 

Conversation area in the dinining room.

Kitchen.

Harriet’s bedroom. 

Jane’s room. 

Andrew’s room. 

Sophia and Lillian’s room. 

Michael and Abigail’s room with an attatched wash closet. 

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Top Ten favorite Films

@aheathen-conceivably tagged me so here are my 10 favorite movies! I had to dig deep with some of these. Since having kids I don’t tend to watch movies unless they are targeted for kids, or ones that I can get my kids into lol. 

I’m gonna tag @ivyandink @sasaofastora @80scelebration @sims-through-the-decades @taanoir if you would like to!

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  Michael and Abigail’s joy from their nuptials was short-lived. Two days after Sophia’s birthday Abner passed peacefully in his sleep. The grief didn’t even have time to sink in when three days later Abigal’s mother Clara, succumbed to her long time illness and also passed away. The families, so tied together, were left reeling in their grief. They held a joint service for the burials.

  “I can’t help but be struck by the irony of it all. Your parent’s marriage was christened in sadness right after their wedding, and now here we are.” Abigail sniffed as she wept on Michael’s shoulder. 

   “I’m not sure if that is a good omen or not. It seemed to be good for your parents. Perhaps it will be for us as well. Surely we are due our happiness?” She laughed bitterly.

Several days after the service, there came an urgent knock on Michael’s door. He found his mother face tear-stained, and pacing back and forth on the porch while wringing her fingers. She threw herself into his arms as soon as he opened the door. “It’s terrible Michael! I don’t know how they could do this to us!” She buried her face in his chest sobbing.

 “Woah! What is the matter mother? What has happened?” Shaken by her behavior, he wrapped her in his arms and began to shush her while rubbing her back.” She hiccuped for a moment before she was able to slow her breaths. She took a deep shuddering breath, before letting it out and looking up at him. “The lighthouse. We received word this morning that they would be turning us out at the end of the week so that the new keeper could take up residence.” She shook her head blinking back tears, “Your father’s body isn’t even cold and now we have lost everything else.” Her eyes welled up with tears, and she began to sob again.

  Michael held her and pet her head until she was able to calm again. Once, her hiccups had stopped he spoke. “ We will figure it out mom. You know you and the kids will be taken care of. I’ll figure something out.”

RIP to my legacy founder Abner Michael Amery 1872-1903

He did not complete his lifetime wish of A Big Happy Family, but he did complete Angling Ace. 

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Michael and Abigail were married in an intimate ceremony in the late Spring of 1903. 

Michael and Abigail Amery, 1903.

Shortly after, Sophia celebrated her 5th birthday.

Sophia Elizabeth Amery, Age 5 1903

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  Michael and Abigail’s joy from their nuptials was short-lived. Two days after Sophia’s birthday Abner passed peacefully in his sleep. The grief didn’t even have time to sink in when three days later Abigal’s mother Clara, succumbed to her long time illness and also passed away. The families, so tied together, were left reeling in their grief. They held a joint service for the burials.

  “I can’t help but be struck by the irony of it all. Your parent’s marriage was christened in sadness right after their wedding, and now here we are.” Abigail sniffed as she wept on Michael’s shoulder. 

   “I’m not sure if that is a good omen or not. It seemed to be good for your parents. Perhaps it will be for us as well. Surely we are due our happiness?” She laughed bitterly.

Several days after the service, there came an urgent knock on Michael’s door. He found his mother face tear-stained, and pacing back and forth on the porch while wringing her fingers. She threw herself into his arms as soon as he opened the door. “It’s terrible Michael! I don’t know how they could do this to us!” She buried her face in his chest sobbing.

 “Woah! What is the matter mother? What has happened?” Shaken by her behavior, he wrapped her in his arms and began to shush her while rubbing her back.” She hiccuped for a moment before she was able to slow her breaths. She took a deep shuddering breath, before letting it out and looking up at him. “The lighthouse. We received word this morning that they would be turning us out at the end of the week so that the new keeper could take up residence.” She shook her head blinking back tears, “Your father’s body isn’t even cold and now we have lost everything else.” Her eyes welled up with tears, and she began to sob again.

  Michael held her and pet her head until she was able to calm again. Once, her hiccups had stopped he spoke. “ We will figure it out mom. You know you and the kids will be taken care of. I’ll figure something out.”

RIP to my legacy founder Abner Michael Amery 1872-1903

He did not complete his lifetime wish of A Big Happy Family, but he did complete Angling Ace. 

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Michael and Abigail were married in an intimate ceremony in the late Spring of 1903. 

Michael and Abigail Amery, 1903.

Shortly after, Sophia celebrated her 5th birthday.

Sophia Elizabeth Amery, Age 5 1903

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Abigail was grateful the walk from the lighthouse to Michael’s Cottage was a short one. The snow had come down so thick you couldn’t see more than 20ft in front of you. It had slowed with the morning but the thick blanket that now laid on the ground made the walk difficult.  

 Michael greeted her at the door, ushering her in from the cold and brushing the snow from her shoulders and hair. “She’s upstairs playing. There’s tea in the kettle, help yourself to a cup and I’ll be right down with her.” Michael smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

 Abigail stood in the now empty dinning room, nervously picking at her fingers.  She had been eager to meet Sophia. She knew she would love the little girl, and hoped that she would love her back. Abigail sighed and let her eyes roam around the room. The room was small and humbly decorated, the piano standing out as the center piece of the room. She smiled as she trailed her fingers along the keys coaxing out a few echoing notes with her gentle touches. She looked up and came face to face with a photograph hung directly above the piano.

 Abigail had never met Charlotte, but she knew this was her. “I want you to know I am not trying to replace you. I’m not foolish enough for that.” She murmured at the photograph. “I know you loved them, and I’d like to think you are happy knowing that I want to love them too.”

 A soft creak came from behind her and Abigale quickly turned around. Michael stood in the doorway holding the little hand of the sweetest little girl Abigale had ever seen. “Hello Sophia, it is such a delight to finally meet you.” Abigail smiled and gave Sophia a little wave.  The little girl gave a shy smile back.

  “I am a very good friend of your father’s, and I hope to be yours one day too!” Sophia smiled and stepped out from behind her father and held her arms up to Abigail. 

  They spent the afternoon sitting on the dining room floor listening to Sofia’s stories.  Her eyes lit up when Abigail began to tell her the fairy tales she had loved when she was a child, and she listened raptly.

As the evening came on and Abigail said she must go, Sophia stood up and flung her arms around her, “You can’t go! I will miss you too much!” she wailed.

 Abigail and Michael looked at each other, beaming. “You know, I was thinking the very same thing Sophie. But at least for today Abigail must go.”

 Abigail held the little girl close, “Oh I wish I could stay more than anything, it’s just not allowed yet. In the mean time I am staying at your grandmothers, perhaps your father can have you over bright and early to help us make pancakes for breakfast?”

 Sophie pulled back wiping her tears, “Can we have them with Grandma’s blueberry jam?”.

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Abigail was grateful the walk from the lighthouse to Michael’s Cottage was a short one. The snow had come down so thick you couldn’t see more than 20ft in front of you. It had slowed with the morning but the thick blanket that now laid on the ground made the walk difficult.  

 Michael greeted her at the door, ushering her in from the cold and brushing the snow from her shoulders and hair. “She’s upstairs playing. There’s tea in the kettle, help yourself to a cup and I’ll be right down with her.” Michael smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

 Abigail stood in the now empty dinning room, nervously picking at her fingers.  She had been eager to meet Sophia. She knew she would love the little girl, and hoped that she would love her back. Abigail sighed and let her eyes roam around the room. The room was small and humbly decorated, the piano standing out as the center piece of the room. She smiled as she trailed her fingers along the keys coaxing out a few echoing notes with her gentle touches. She looked up and came face to face with a photograph hung directly above the piano.

 Abigail had never met Charlotte, but she knew this was her. “I want you to know I am not trying to replace you. I’m not foolish enough for that.” She murmured at the photograph. “I know you loved them, and I’d like to think you are happy knowing that I want to love them too.”

 A soft creak came from behind her and Abigale quickly turned around. Michael stood in the doorway holding the little hand of the sweetest little girl Abigale had ever seen. “Hello Sophia, it is such a delight to finally meet you.” Abigail smiled and gave Sophia a little wave.  The little girl gave a shy smile back.

  “I am a very good friend of your father’s, and I hope to be yours one day too!” Sophia smiled and stepped out from behind her father and held her arms up to Abigail. 

  They spent the afternoon sitting on the dining room floor listening to Sofia’s stories.  Her eyes lit up when Abigail began to tell her the fairy tales she had loved when she was a child, and she listened raptly.

As the evening came on and Abigail said she must go, Sophia stood up and flung her arms around her, “You can’t go! I will miss you too much!” she wailed.

 Abigail and Michael looked at each other, beaming. “You know, I was thinking the very same thing Sophie. But at least for today Abigail must go.”

 Abigail held the little girl close, “Oh I wish I could stay more than anything, it’s just not allowed yet. In the mean time I am staying at your grandmothers, perhaps your father can have you over bright and early to help us make pancakes for breakfast?”

 Sophie pulled back wiping her tears, “Can we have them with Grandma’s blueberry jam?”.

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I ran across a post earlier that had a huge list of CC for elders so that they would have realistic wrinkles, but I can’t seem to find it now :( 

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  Several weeks passed and Michael found himself sitting out in the garden of the little church on the island. The morning sermon had been about the goodness of marriage, and he just couldn’t stand it. It had been several years since Charlottes passing, and their time together was brief. It wasn’t a gaping wound anymore, but it made him so tired. It picked at him until he felt raw all around the edges. 

  Michael was snapped out of his brooding by the soft crunching of footsteps in the snow.

  “I always seem to be intruding on your quiet moments, don’t I?” Abigale softly chuckled as she awkwardly waved.  

  “Not at all, you are a most welcome distraction.” He said while giving her a warm smile. He couldn’t help but note how beautiful she looked in all the snow. Pink cheeked, ringlets, and eyes seeming to sparkle, just like when they were young. 

  “You must be freezing, allow me to escort you back inside.” 

  “Oh, not at all! It’s stifling in that church, the cold is most refreshing. Perhaps a little walk instead?” she held out her hand to take his arm.

 “You know, I really was hoping to find you alone.” Her voice held a small tremor, revealing her nerves. She cleared her throat slightly and continued on. “I’ve been thinking on this for some time now, and in spite of common sense I just can’t let it go.” She gave a small bitter laugh. “So I might as well as just say it, because I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.” She stopped and turned to him.

  They locked eyes for a moment; her searching his face for any kind of clue, but he was unreadable. She let out a breath, “I love you Michael. Ever since we were children, even after Charlotte, I love you. I have only ever wanted your happiness, and when it wasn’t me I took comfort in knowing you were loved, and I would have taken my love to the grave with me never to say a word to you.” She stopped, searching his face again, but he was still silent, calmly looking at her. 

  She reached out and held his hands now, “But now you are alone, and struggling. It breaks my heart to see you this way, so if there is any chance that you could maybe find some happiness in me or at the very least comfort and help, then I am here.” She looked down at their hands, flustered. “I don’t expect you to love me back, I-”

 “Abigale.” Michael spoke softly but she stopped as if he had shouted, fully expecting the worst. She hung her head and closed her eyes. 

  “Abigale. “ He said again, reaching out to gently lift her chin. “ Of course I love you back. Before Charlotte, you were my future. I had even planned out how I would ask you to marry me.” He gave a little sad laugh. “ I never stopped loving you, even after I knew I was in love with Charlotte. I loved you both, just differently. To choose between you was agony.” He sighed and shifted uncomfortably. 

  “I didn’t want to hurt you again, or insult you, nor did I want you to ever feel like a second choice Abby. So I kept it to myself, especially after Sofia’s birth.” 

 Tears were softly falling down Abigale’s face, clinging to the corners of her lips that were turned up in a soft, and gentle smile. She reached out and grasped Michaels hand. “Love is a funny thing, isn’t it? It’s never so simple as first and second choices, and a difference in love doesn’t mean a lack of it.” She threw her head back blinking away the tears and laughed. 

  Michael watched her laughing and wiping the tears from her eyes with a hopeful smile. “So you aren’t angry? I haven’t chased you away?” 

  “Michael Amery, you couldn’t chase me away with a broom.” She laughed while leaning in to gently kiss his cheek. 

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  Several weeks passed and Michael found himself sitting out in the garden of the little church on the island. The morning sermon had been about the goodness of marriage, and he just couldn’t stand it. It had been several years since Charlottes passing, and their time together was brief. It wasn’t a gaping wound anymore, but it made him so tired. It picked at him until he felt raw all around the edges. 

  Michael was snapped out of his brooding by the soft crunching of footsteps in the snow.

  “I always seem to be intruding on your quiet moments, don’t I?” Abigale softly chuckled as she awkwardly waved.  

  “Not at all, you are a most welcome distraction.” He said while giving her a warm smile. He couldn’t help but note how beautiful she looked in all the snow. Pink cheeked, ringlets, and eyes seeming to sparkle, just like when they were young. 

  “You must be freezing, allow me to escort you back inside.” 

  “Oh, not at all! It’s stifling in that church, the cold is most refreshing. Perhaps a little walk instead?” she held out her hand to take his arm.

 “You know, I really was hoping to find you alone.” Her voice held a small tremor, revealing her nerves. She cleared her throat slightly and continued on. “I’ve been thinking on this for some time now, and in spite of common sense I just can’t let it go.” She gave a small bitter laugh. “So I might as well as just say it, because I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.” She stopped and turned to him.

  They locked eyes for a moment; her searching his face for any kind of clue, but he was unreadable. She let out a breath, “I love you Michael. Ever since we were children, even after Charlotte, I love you. I have only ever wanted your happiness, and when it wasn’t me I took comfort in knowing you were loved, and I would have taken my love to the grave with me never to say a word to you.” She stopped, searching his face again, but he was still silent, calmly looking at her. 

  She reached out and held his hands now, “But now you are alone, and struggling. It breaks my heart to see you this way, so if there is any chance that you could maybe find some happiness in me or at the very least comfort and help, then I am here.” She looked down at their hands, flustered. “I don’t expect you to love me back, I-”

 “Abigale.” Michael spoke softly but she stopped as if he had shouted, fully expecting the worst. She hung her head and closed her eyes. 

  “Abigale. “ He said again, reaching out to gently lift her chin. “ Of course I love you back. Before Charlotte, you were my future. I had even planned out how I would ask you to marry me.” He gave a little sad laugh. “ I never stopped loving you, even after I knew I was in love with Charlotte. I loved you both, just differently. To choose between you was agony.” He sighed and shifted uncomfortably. 

  “I didn’t want to hurt you again, or insult you, nor did I want you to ever feel like a second choice Abby. So I kept it to myself, especially after Sofia’s birth.” 

 Tears were softly falling down Abigale’s face, clinging to the corners of her lips that were turned up in a soft, and gentle smile. She reached out and grasped Michaels hand. “Love is a funny thing, isn’t it? It’s never so simple as first and second choices, and a difference in love doesn’t mean a lack of it.” She threw her head back blinking away the tears and laughed. 

  Michael watched her laughing and wiping the tears from her eyes with a hopeful smile. “So you aren’t angry? I haven’t chased you away?” 

  “Michael Amery, you couldn’t chase me away with a broom.” She laughed while leaning in to gently kiss his cheek. 

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  So summer break has proved to be a real road block in consistency for me here! My 3 oldest go back to school mid-August, so once we get our rhythm in place you can expect some consistency from me! Until then, I will post and play as I can manage, which likely means a few days in a row of consistent posts followed by a stretch of silence. I’ll also take the time to get caught up on some builds and new families, which I might start giving little sneak peaks just so I’m posting something semi-regularly!

  I’m super excited for where the story is going and I’ve got some really interesting plots lines playing out, I just need life to slow down a little for me! lol

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  Shortly after Anna and Charles wedding Milly discovered she was pregnant with her first baby. She couldn’t have been more pleased, but felt so lonely in the city away from all of her friends and family. Abigale could tell how lonesome she was from her letters, so she secretly planned a surprise party for Milly. All of the Bennets, and all of the Amery’s descended upon her house in the early spring to celebrate Easter, and the new incoming addition to the family.

  “How abundantly blessed am I to have a friend in you Abigale?” Milly blinked back tears as she squeezed Abigale’s hand. 

  “Oh dear heart, how could I let you stay so lonely when you have so much to celebrate.” She smiled and squeezed her hand back. 

  Milly noticed her eyes drift off in the direction of the sitting room, where Michael happened to be seated. “He doesn’t bite you know.” She whispered as she playfully pushed at Abigale’s knees. 

  “Milly Marsden, you devil!” she whispered back while playfully shushing her.  Once the giggles died down, she looked back to the den and sighed while standing. 

  “I wish you luck” Milly sung softly as she took a sip of her tea. 

  “Hello stranger. Mind if I take a seat?” Milly asked as she walked around around the sofa so she could take a seat. 

  “Oh, of course. Please do” Michael said as he looked up, startled out of his thoughts. “I don’t often get time to sit and just be at home what with Sofia, but adult conversation is always a welcome distraction as well.” He chuckled. 

  “So often do we sing children’s praises, while forgetting the work that they must be for their parents!” Abigale looked at him with a teasing, but sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you have a cup full of happiness, just not enough rest it would seem.”  

  “No, no. You are too right” Michael snickered. “Anna was more help to me than I knew. Now in her absence I am fully aware of the great debt I owe her. I must remember to send her flowers each time I am weary.” He gently snorted in good humor.

  “I am truly so glad you had her help, and that of your mother and other siblings. I have worried about you, you know. I’m glad you haven’t been alone.” Abigale spoke softly from her nervousness, but her eyes stayed steady meeting Michael’s gaze. They were silent for a moment just looking at each other, then Michael shifted in his seat.

  “I am so sorry for what happened between us Abby-”

  “Dear sweet Michael. I would never ask you to apologize for falling in love.” Abigale held her head in her hand, she was so overcome with emotion. She took a few deep breaths to regain herself. “Please, don’t ever feel as if you owe me an explanation. You weren’t cruel, and I don’t think I would have known any better what to do if I had been in your shoes.”

  They sat in silence for a moment, just looking at each other letting Abigale’s forgiveness sink in.

  “I am so thankful for your friendship Abby. Truly, thank you.” Michael reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. She reached up to put her hand on his. 

  “And I am thankful for you.” She smiled, feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes. She wasn’t sure if they were from happiness, or sadness. Perhaps it was a bit of both.