Author: wade

I never set out to be a writer, though it may be part of my DNA as it turns out (more about that in future blogs). It is just that …

Through the years, since I found the manuscript, there have been many times when I wished I could talk to my grandmother and mother about their story.  Sadly, that opportunity passed …

I wondered why nothing had been done with the story.  My mother was quite a reader and even had a local newspaper column for a time.  Surely if she wanted her story …

My daughter-in-law, Ann, suggested we carefully make a couple of copies from the original manuscript so we could at least read the story.  I needed to begin somewhere and like I …

After finding my grandmother’s story, I gathered up the papers and gingerly put them in a box.  I knew I needed to keep them safe, but other than that…heck, I’d figure …

My mother had died and I was going through her things when there they were…those old yellowed and tattered pages of my mother’s story, the one my grandmother had written …

Once upon a time, when I was a little girl of about six years, I was rummaging around in the hall closet in the home where I grew up.  I came …

To blog or not to blog…that is my problem…and not the kind of problem I am used to having. I suppose if I am to be honest, the real problem …