Someone once said that you don’t know who you are until you know where you came from. . . I love pondering that statement. I am from rural America. . . I come from hard working farming families that have enjoyed simple lives. Farmers that look to Mother Nature to guide and help them along the way. Farmers that work from morning till night with little complaints, lots of laughter, and the know how of making lemonade when life gives you lemons. I come from hard working farm wives that know how to drive a tractor all morning and still have a five course meal ready by noon. Women that know how to tend to the garden, the animals, the kiddoes, bills and all the other work that will come their way.
I am from preachers, song leaders, deacons, trustees of our church . . . from grandpas that knew how to sit and tell stories and make you feel that you were the most important person in their lives. . . parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins that know how to love you and guide you down the path of life.
My husband and I grew up together, became good friends, and then married. I became a teacher and mother to two wonderful daughters and Nana to two special grandsons. . . I became a widow and lost the love of my life too early. The road of life is rocky. . . at best a roller coaster. But we just keep traveling on. . . one foot in front of the other, one breath at a time. I hope you will enjoy my short stories. I hope they will inspire you to take a few minutes to write your own story. . .
We all have stories to tell as we journey down the road of life.