I got a call from the neighbors across the street. They were cleaning out an abandoned warehouse and found baby chronicles my mom kept on me. When I opened the book I said “Holy Smokes”. I did not know that these chronicles ever existed. I was amazed. As amazing is the fact that the people who found it are now neighbors. It’s a small world.

Besides the entries in the book, the letter from my Grandma is special to me. I had really good memories of her from when I was very young. She had a lot to do with raising me. I remember that she had electricity but no indoor plumbing or central heat. I’d draw water out of the well for her. I helped with caring for the chickens, took the cinders out of the stove and mixed them with the chicken feed. I really got into her sharpening wheel. I sharpened everything I could find.

Hope you enjoy the 1950’s illustrations and entries in this chronicle.

Salt of America scanned the documents for me and covered my last name. I really didn’t care but they said that it may inspire more people to relate their experiences.