I told all your stories to anyone who cares to read them, Grandma, the ones I remembered as well as those Don saved on audio and videotapes through the years. Remember the outhouse you accidentally burned down on the farm near Marcus, Iowa? The hogs you almost killed by hiding pepper in their slop? You'd accomplished a lot by age five!
The years you and Grandpa shared in Frankfort and Marysville, Kansas and Fairbury, Nebraska were shared with fondness, just as you remembered them. The people and places you loved are in your book. And every awful thing you and Grandpa hated about the 20th Century wars, the Dust Bowl and Depression, poverty, classism, human snobbery, and politicians is told as honestly as I could make it.
That you existed was a blessed gift to me. You showed me that even those of common roots could make a lasting contribution in this world. This book about your long and interesting life is my gift to you and Grandpa. I'll keep you posted on the outcome, especially if I run across your relatives in Iowa along the way.