Asking Questions

Great Grandma Leona and I took a selfie on my iPad. It was the first time she had ever seen one.

Go hug your grandmothers and grandfathers. I don’t care if you call them Granny, Pop-pop or MeMaw- just do it. While you are at it, hug your parents and your siblings.  Trust me.

For my 100th post I wanted to write about something special. Something unique. Something thought-provoking. I have chosen to write about my Great Grandma Leona.

Leona was born in 1915, when Woodrow Wilson was president and WWI was in full swing. Fast forward 97 years.  Leona lives in a microscopic town in southwestern Iowa. Her life fascinates me.

A recent visit to Great Grandma Leona’s house gave me the perfect opportunity to do what I do best- ask questions.

The answers? Never riding a bike. Not having a birthday cake as a child. Growing up without either of your parents. Killing chickens on the farm. Speaking German as a child. Losing part of your finger. Simply put- fascinating.

It is important to ask these questions while you still can. Find out who you are, where your ancestors are from. You may be surprised.

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