I can't recall when I began to feel my immortality begin to slip. It wasn't at my 40th or 50th birthday celebrations, I felt like I was going to live forever, even then. Perhaps it is the constant, nagging feeling of tiredness. I fall into bed, exhausted, but I wake up every morning excited for the possibilities a new day brings. (Not dead yet!) My life has been bland, white bread even, and predictable, but the predictability of marrying and having children, has produced posterity! I have engaging, interesting, beautiful inside and out, grandchildren!! What a gift these children are. I do not want to take away from their parents, who are also engaging, interesting, beautiful inside and out people. (Where do you think these amazing grandkids came from??) Perhaps my estimation of a bland life does not denote my understanding that I am living a blessed life.

I want my grandchildren to know me as grandma, but I also want to introduce them to the person I was before I became a parent and grandparent. I want to share my stories before mortality takes over. For them I write of my childhood experiences from a long time ago.