stories

For Christmas in 1995 my family gave my grandma an empty journal, a pen, and a jar full of writing prompts about life events, family stories, and such. One year and one completed journal later, she gave it back to us as a Christmas present. They were over for my birthday and we pulled it out. And here she is a little over fifteen years later reading through her stories and telling us more about her life. It is a treasure to have her life stories written down in her own beautiful cursive penmanship. I even learned that there is a street in our hometown named for her family. Talk to the old ones. They know so much.