I am so glad that you and I have begun to write to each other. It gives me something to look forward to and I hope it does you too. I still write in my journal. I have not been doing it as much as I used to do, but am getting back to it again. I have been sick just enough that I did not "feel" like writing. I should write when I am in pain, too, but I never have been able to do that. When I get your letters, I can barely believe that you are getting so grown up. All of my Grandchildren are. I can remember when I was your age. It really does not seem like that long ago when I think about it. I am so glad that you are still journaling a lot. It is fun. I like to do it, even though I rarely go back and read what I wrote. That is not the important part, I guess. Just getting my emotions down of paper is the goal. I also don't draw as much as I used to either. I think the weather has made me not want to do much at all. I cannot go to the shed when it is really cold. So, lately I have not been able to go. I think it has been about 3 weeks since I really did anything out there. I will write you a hand written letter soon. I am also writing to Jesse's mother-in-law. Her name is Rosie. She is such a sweet lady. She has stepped right up and taken care of Jesse like she is her own daughter. That means a lot to me. I am also writing to my Niece, Shelly. The one with the little red headed kids. Although I noticed that Amelia's hair is turning more blonde now. We always seem to have someone with red hair every once in a while. I guess that would be the Scottish. My Dad, Papa June, always thought our family was English. But he knew that there was some Scottish, just did not know where for sure. Also, Gpa Larry's mother was full blooded Irish. That means Irish on both sides. Her maiden name was Frances Priscilla Henderson. Then she married Lawrence Foote. Grandpa Larry is a Jr. also. You sometimes cannot believe the stories that family tell. My Family Bible was lost in a fire many many years ago. They used to record all the Family history in them. Now most people don't even get the bible down from the shelf much. My Dad, Sheldon Jr. His daddy was Sheldon Merrill. Sheldon's Mom was Scottish, full blooded. Her name was
Well, Sydney, that is all for right now. I need to get something else done. Probably I will go hold down my chair for a while, then we will have some lunch. Have a good day and write back soon!
Grandma loves you, to the moon and back! That is a lot!
Grandma Kate
