My parents were married on Thanksgiving day. A hippy ceremony on our Klamath River property.

I was their flower girl. Our herd of goats was there too.

And what a wild life that was, being the child of two people who were born to roam. It seems like just yesterday, and a thousand years ago too.

Every Thanksgiving I think about how lucky I was to be born and how thankful I am that my parents met on a lone dirt road in Soulsbyville, fell in love, and I was born.

And that I was born and in a little shack in the woods, with dirt floors and my dad playing the role of doctor.

All of these unlikely circumstances led to the life I have now and I’m incredibly thankful for that.

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Happy Thanksgiving to you. I’m thankful for you too.

Image by the super wonderful and amazing Samantha Cabrera.

IT'S ME, SERENA!

I bounced through the first years of my life in a hippie gypsy wagon, hand-built by my father, wandering the back roads of the U.S., Canada and Mexico. My family eventually settled into a tiny cabin in the woods on property that was once inhabited by Native American Indians.

I spent my childhood days searching for arrowheads, teaching myself to sew on a treadle sewing machine and to bake in a wood-burning stove, with no running water, refrigeration, or electricity in our home. My family lived frugally and early on, inspired by my parent’s thriftiness and style, I gained a knack for thrifty creativity and turning ordinary objects into something useful. And I dreamed of the home I would create for my own family someday.

Now I’m married to my husband, Colin, and our children are all grown. After 24 years of producing The Farm Chicks Vintage & Handmade Fair, I'm spending time visiting other markets around the world. You can watch episodes of Serena Goes to Market here.

I share more about my life story from time to time, here on my blog. You can also find me on Instagram, and Facebook.

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