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Little by Little...Side by Side Prologue



Our Dear Grandchildren,

All across the top of our piano sets six gold and silver 8 x 10 picture frames. In each frame is your picture from our first born grandson all the way to our last little granddaughter. Your little faces smile out at grandpa and me. And how we love those smiley little eyes and mischievous little grins.

Grandpa and I love each one of those little faces. Each one in their special little way. As you grow up into young men and women, grandpa and I love to fill our "memory book" with special things we don't want to forget. Did you know that sometimes memories are feelings deep in the heart? Something you can only feel? They don't always have a name, they are just something that makes your heart happy, or makes you laugh, and sometimes even makes you cry...for just a little while.

Grandpa and I want to write a "memory book" for you. This little book will take you back...back close to 40 years ago. Back to the first day grandpa and I started to farm. In these chapters we want to share with you our hopes, our dreams, our joys, and our sorrows.

So, little ones, sit back and go with grandpa and I as we take you back to the time we first became husband and wife,then mommy and daddy, then mom and dad, and finally grandpa and grandma.

Chapter 1   Grandpa's Place will be published tomorrow [ Thursday]

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