Riches to rags: Grandma wrote down her stories
My grandmother kept the stories. Then she told them to us. And then she wrote them down. We found them last year.
“I was born on April 4, 1921, in a beautiful two-story house.”
For years, my mom and I asked my Grandma to write her stories down, and now, in the middle of a pandemic, I’m holding 50 pages of blue-lined notebook paper filled with Grandma’s flowing handwriting. My mom had called two days before, excited out of her entire mind.