I grew up in the home of a storyteller. Dad was not a storyteller by trade but through a tradition passed down generation to generation. I am forever ruined for small talk.
I learned to share my experiences and knowledge through stories. I believe in stories and their ability to stick with us when scraps of information are long forgotten. Some stories are funny, some a simple retelling of events, some impart wisdom and some touch the heart. I want my children and grandchildren to know these family stories and traditions.
So, if you want a recipe, a crafty project, a money-saving tip, a life lesson or just a chance to laugh you will have to wade through my story to get to it.
And just for fun, here I am driving at a young age. My grandma thought I should learn to drive early. Hey, she lived on a farm and the homestead was surrounded by fields. How much trouble could I get into, right?
I believe I may be sitting on a Sears Roebuck catalog with my hands at 10 and 2. If you notice, that is my grandma’s finger in the corner of the picture. She always took a picture of her finger. It was her trademark.