I was chatting with one of my professors about my grandchildren and how far away they all live, bemoaning my lack of involvement in their lives. I found myself toying with the idea of uprooting and moving closer to at least some of them, but unable to do so until Drew is done with college - another 5 or 6 years at least. By then I could be dead! Especially if I undergo another round of cancer treatment.
He suggested that one way to be more involved in their lives is to write stories for them. I could share tales of my childhood and be a sort of "grandma through writing." The idea appealed to me, and I gave it some thought. Over the course of the next year, I will dip into memories from my childhood and share them with my grandkids. Since my childhood was over half a century ago, I decided to call them Half Century stories, for things that happened over fifty year ago - Half Cent for short.
So, Katie, Kelly, Ramseyes (and Shiloh) - these Half Cent stories are for you. I hope you enjoy a little glimpse into my past.
Love, hugs and kisses,
Gramma
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