As the weather warms and you start to venture outside, be careful where you walk.
If you come across a purple fence post, it’s best to stay away.
A purple fence post is meant to send a message to anyone who comes across it, and that message is: No trespassing!
While property owners have the option of hanging a sign to indicate private property,
signs can deteriorate over time while paint will last a lot longer and still convey the same message.
In 1987 Arkansas became the first state to implement a purple paint law. Currently,
22 states have laws allowing landowners to mark the perimeter of their property with purple paint.
However, while some states use different color paint – Idaho and Montana use orange paint – the idea is the same.
At first many governments required landowners use purple paint and signs, but overtime signage was no longer required.
However, if you live in one of the 28 states that does not have a purple paint law, you may be unfamiliar with its meaning.
A painted post or tree means no trespassing.
In order to comply with the law, the purple stripe must be 3′ to 5′ off the ground and at least 8″ long and 1″ wide.
The markings must not be more than 100′ apart.
Please share this story to make sure everyone knows about the purple paint law.
“Sorry for the Delay…” Began the Letter Discovered Among My Deceased Mother’s Possessions
I thought I knew everything about my family until my mother passed away unexpectedly. I felt lost without her. To remember her, I moved back into the old house where I grew up, surrounded by cherished memories, pictures on the walls, her favorite books, and the familiar scent of lavender.
One day, I felt drawn to the attic, especially a closet that had always been a mystery. My mom never discussed what was inside, and as a child, I never asked. But now, I was ready to explore.
On a rainy afternoon, I opened the closet door. Dust danced in the light as I pulled out a box filled with postcards, unfamiliar photos, and jewelry I’d never seen her wear. Among the items was an old letter addressed to my mother. Its yellowed paper felt ancient, and I wondered why she had kept it hidden.
Curiosity took over as I opened the envelope. The letter began with an apology for not writing sooner. It was from someone named John, reminiscing about their past together. As I read, I discovered he had loved her deeply and hinted that the man I knew as my father was not my biological dad.
The realization hit me hard. My entire life had been based on a lie. I felt a mix of anger and confusion. Who was this John, and why did my mom never tell me about him? I knew I had to uncover the truth.
The next day, I visited Mrs. Natalie, our neighbor who knew my mom well. I asked her about John. She explained that he was a man my mother once loved but had vanished from her life, leaving her with a painful memory. I left her house with more questions than answers.
Driven by a need to learn more, I followed clues to a small town where John might be living. When I finally found his house, my heart raced. John opened the door, recognizing me immediately. He welcomed me in, and I learned he had loved my mother and never knew about me until years later. He had chosen to stay away to respect the life she had built.
After our conversation, I returned home, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew I had to tell my dad, David, about everything I had discovered. When I shared the news, he listened patiently and expressed his love for me. “Emma”, he said gently: “You are my daughter, no matter what”.
In the end, I found peace within myself. I decided to build a relationship with John while cherishing the bond I had with David. What mattered most was the love we shared, no matter the secrets of the past.
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