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Saturday...Saturday...Saturday...

You knew it was coming.

This is the annual ASLC Flea Market post.

It is the rummage of rummages, jumble sale of jumble sales, with everything from bicycles to DVDs to household linens to Christmas decorations to toys...and more. Last year my daughter bought a snake in a basket.

Really.

 

In addition to remarkable bargains you will find cheerful hearts, helpful advisors, and energetic assistance from church members young and old. All have a sincere desire to give you a price you want to hear along with a sense of humor. Even if you buy nothing (extremely unlikely) you will come away feeling better than when you arrived.

Abiding Savior is the Lake Woebegon of Columbia parishes, almost too small to be found on a map. And yet every year this flea market raises a hefty sum for charity. To paraphrase Shakespeare, "though we be but small, we are fierce."

This year all proceeds will go to Winter Growth who assist patients and families in Alzheimer's care.

Did I mention that there is a lovely playground right outside the church hall where your little ones can play while you shop? (Weather permitting, of course.)

You are sure to save a bundle on books, housewares, toys and a million other things, so use a little $ to buy a snack. This year we will have a bake table with home-baked snacks as well as coffee, tea, and other drinks. Proceeds from this table will benefit ASLC's Winter Growth fund and the Girl Scouts Silver Award Project of redoing the Nature Trail at Girl Scout Camp Ilchester in Ellicott City, which is also handicapped accessible.

To review:

This Saturday, June 7th
From 8 am to 12 noon.
The amazing Annual Flea Market!
Abiding Savior Lutheran Church
10689 Owen Brown Road, Columbia, Maryland 21044

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I had hoped to follow up on yesterday's Board endorsement post today, but I am awaiting confirmation of some factual information that I don't want to get wrong. Look for the wrap-up tomorrow.

 

 

 

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