My Mother is a storyteller. It was annoying. Here is where Great Grandma so and so homesteaded. Do you see that hill, that used to be... Family stories. Ranch community stories. I didn't listen very well. In fact I am ashamed to admit that I listen with one ear and ignore her with the other. I'm sure I've heard that same story over and over again. Little did I know the wisdom of her telling. The braiding of stories into the fabric of my life. The stories are embedded in the very essence of who I am. A backdrop. Foundational. This person mailed me a letter when I found out I was pregnant and congratulated me. This person took me hunting with the guys as a child. That person taught me how to sew. A neighbor taught me how to garden and preserve and cook. Aunt Ally led me to the Lord and mentored me. Uncle Deb is one of these people. Delbert to everyone ...
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