Greetings
from the
California Sisters
Pat Wick and Jessica Gilbert
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We're two wildly creative sisters, known affectionately in these parts as those girls from California, who up and moved to Kansas in the year of the new millennium. We declared 2000 as our Year of Jubilee, resigned our corporate jobs in California, and set out to fulfill several cherished dreams, which were connected to a little town called Ramona, Kansas, population 100. |
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"So
why would you leave the Napa Valley in California and come to live in this
little town in the Kansas prairie?" Thatās a question thatās
constantly asked. The answer is all
a bit mystical, and most definitely an Affair
of the Heart.
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This is the first home that we owned in Ramona. We call it the Ramona House and it is where we live. |
Our business name--California Sisters--blossomed from our decision to own some Ramona real estate. And twelve years after buying our first little house in Ramona, we moved here. Now we own four houses, the bank building and the original barbershop in town. We've published one book and working on another. We create town events, we're proprietors of a Bed and Breakfast called Cousin's Corner, we hold seminars, appear for speaking appointments, write newspaper columns, take on writing projects, teach art and have even started a little museum at the old bank building. |
Our life passion is connection -- to family, to the land, to one's own heart -- and it's reflected in everything we do whether we're cookinā up buttermilk pancakes at our B&B, taking folks on a tour of the Dirt Gambler's Museum, baking scones for the May tea party or posing you in a field for your photograph.
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We'd be most honored if you came to visit us in Ramona. If Kansas is too far distant, then we offer the sentiments of our hearts in written words and pictures, which will carry you to a simpler time and place where you hear singular sounds like the Meadowlark's song in spring, a screen door slamming in summer, the flutter of Monarch wings as they migrate through town, the silence that snow brings in the winter, and
where a traffic jam is two parked cars |
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"Have you lost your mind?" a cousin asked when
she heard we'd bought another house.
"No,
we've found our hearts," Jessica answered with a grin.