Welcome to Maine Woods
You might be wondering how I came up with that name living all of my life in Indiana. At one time, I had five teenage children, 4 of them hormonal girls, with all their angst and tempers. I used to wonder if I ran away and lived in the woods of Maine if they would look for me or find me. It seemed like a peaceful place to live.
Now that we're all grown up (and we're still speaking to each other) I have to laugh at all the mayhem and chaos caused by 5 teenagers.
Now I've found my Maine Woods right here in Indiana in a little addition that I added onto the house where bedlam and chaos used to reign. I wouldn't' leave it voluntarily for anything.
My children have asked me to write down my memories from my childhood and theirs for posterity. So, here goes......
3 comments:
OK Grandma...You're up and running....tell us about the earliest birthday you can remember.
You should have a link to Grandma's diary. What would she say about her little girl having a blog on the internet? To her, a typewriter was such a modern convenience. I forwarded this to the three girls so they could read it. (They don't comment though, or haven't so far on any of the blogs.)
Kathy
I need to get some pictures for you to post from "the good old days". And I'll be monitoring to make sure you don't tell any embarassing stories about me!
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