Finally, things are starting to fall in to place for 1stPersonHistory.com. 

Finally.

I'm really hoping (and praying and wishing) to be up by Dec 15. 

All of that aside, I was wondering the other day what kind of trouble my Grandma T got into when she was a kid.  She's this sweet little lady who is always so gentle, I can't imagine her ever getting in to trouble.  Lucky for me I'm headed up he way on Wednesday to pick her up and bring her to Mom and Dad's for the Thanksgiving weekend and we'll have a good hour and a half to talk.  Two if I drive slowly.

More and more questions about her life come up as I think about it.  She has these tremendous stories about her dad (my great-grandpa) from when he worked on the homestead.  He didn't have shoes, so he would be plowing as snow was falling.  His footprints would have spots of blood from his feet as he walked behind the plow.  It makes me so sad to think that he had to go through that.  At the same time, we as a nation seem to have lost something in what we are willing to do and go through to create a better life.  Laziness has become the norm and "good enough" the mantra.