When I was growing up, we lived with my Grandma Fanny for several years. She always talked and talked. She had several wonderful stories from the farm about Grandpa selling barbed wire for fences, Grandpa winning a car, or her trading chickens for a car, and so many more. After Grandma died, we all looked at each other and asked, “Did anybody write down any of those stories?”
I am sorry to say that many of those stories are lost forever. After that happened, Guy decided that this should not happen again. So he asked your Grandma Grace, Grandpa Louie, Uncle Jim, and Grandma Lucy to write their stories. After they finished, Guy made copies and distributed them to the kids. They are wonderfully cherished books.
For the past several years, I have worked on writing my stories for you. I think it is time that you have them. So, please enjoy these stories of my life. If I think of more, I may send you some from time to time that you can add to the notebook.
These letters are yours, written especially for you.
Merry Christmas and I love you.