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.
Prairie Wisdom 
Too funny. My mother’s thumb is on all her photos too.
Pretty endearing and a great family memory.
Love it. I recall my dad letting me drive our car when we were outside the town limits, in “the country” we used to say. I can still conjure up the feeling of excitement and pride at this not too small feat. Those were the good old days…..
It was empowering to be trusted behind the wheel at a young age and because of that we lived up to the expectations.
I thought everyone learned to drive that early. We needed to drive the pickup out to the field to deliver sandwiches or the grain truck to the elevator. I love your blog. Thank you for stumbling upon mine.
I loved driving out to the field to deliver lunch and then the second lunch (a snack at three in the afternoon). It is nice to share these experiences with others who traveled on a similar journey.
How funny – love the grandma finger on the photo. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Grandma’s are adorable and exasperating!
Thank you for stopping by to visit my blog. I have enjoyed reading your posts and the humor in your writing. I’ll be by often.
and I love the back roads and posts you share ;)
Ok, you have made me smile several times already – always a good sign! I’m glad I found your blog and I look forward to reading more of your posts!
Thank you, I try to reach for joy each day and not take myself so seriously. Plus, I have an overactive imagination which usually gets me into many interesting situations.
I very much believe in the power of storytelling for building a sense of identity, social coherence, and the world around. Storytelling is a basic human need! :) It’s wonderful you’re continuing this tradition in your family with your blog.
I love a well told tale…what a lovely blog you have here. I taught my daughter to drive last year at 11…scandalous! Best she should get years of the experience rather than at 16 a few months and be on her own I say. Looking forward to poking around and reading the tales told herein.
*anna
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I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award. Very nice what you’re doing here. If you wish to accept, stop by oceannah.wordpress.com and collect.
*anna
Thanks so much Anna!
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