Jennifer Garner made a decision to save her family’s history 

Jennifer Garner is one of the most loved celebrities because of how relatable and approachable she seems. Her Instagram account is brimming with wholesome content about being a mother and navigating through life.

Patricia English Garner is Jennifer Garner’s mother. As a young girl, Patricia had a lot of sweet memories of growing up at a farm in Locust Grove, Oklahoma.

She even recalls how her parents bought the piece of land that has stayed in their family for generations. Her parents bought the piece of land in 1936, with a bonus her father had received from fighting in World War I.

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The family had only $700 to purchase the land at the time. She recalls how her veteran father and mother did not even have a car at the time they bought the land. They had to hire someone to take them to the property.

“My parents didn’t even have a car, so when they heard about the land that was for sale, they hired someone to drive them to the property. The farm consisted of a two-room house and 20 acres–minus 1 acre at the heart of the property, which was a Native American cemetery,” Patricia said.

Mother told me the story of Dad leaning on his heels and negotiating all day over $20. When they finally agreed on a price, the deal was sealed, and the land was purchased. It’s been in our family ever since,” she ended.

Over the years as everyone grew up and moved away, the farm did not have one set of owners. It kept switching ownership from one family member to another as it was bought and sold repeatedly. Then finally, in 2017, Jennifer Garner decided to purchase the farm herself.

And she did not just purchase the farm for the sake of memory but she had the vision to turn it into a profitable business once again. To do so, she hired her uncle Robert and aunt Janet, who had previously owned the farm to help her with it.

It had been 40 years since the farm had been planted and tended to. In the past, her mother and her siblings had been avid farmers and sold pecans as well as grew lettuce, radishes, and potatoes.

And Jennifer wanted to bring that back. She established “Once Upon a Farm” with co-founders Ari Raz, John Foraker, and Cassandra Curtis. The idea was to grow organic fruits and vegetables that could be made into nutritious food for children.

She said she had been dreaming about the project for a while, “once upon a time… we dreamed of bringing baby food back to the roots with organic fruits and veggies harvested from local farmers, blended with love and served fresh from the fridge. We dreamed of feeling less stressed about mealtimes because we could feed our little ones foods that give them all the nutrients they need – and then some!”

Jennifer says giving busy moms access to nutritious food is important to her.

The company was started in 2018 and since then has been majorly successful. Their products are stocked at some of the biggest retailers in America and are also sold online on the company’s website.

I Paid an Actor to Be My ‘Groom’ at a Fake Wedding to Get Revenge on My Ex, but Then We Had a Dramatic Plot Twist

I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.

“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.

I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”

“Ryan? Yeah, why?”

“I need a favor. A big one.”

Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”

I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”

“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”

Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.

“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.

“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.

I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.

After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.

“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.

“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.

That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.

“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”

“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”

Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.

When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.

“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”

I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.

As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.

Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.

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