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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Monday, February 14, 2011

Letters from Ollie J - Feb. 1993

February 1993

Birthday Card note:

Dear [Granddaughter],

Not sure you’ll get this on your birthday. But so what?

I have a quilt in and as I worked on it I listended[sic] to tapes one was you in first grade and Jed and Mama were chatting away and singing primary songs. Oh it is a presure[sic] to have this.

Thanks for the nice letter & card a while Back.

I feal[sic] fine. So good to feal[sic] fine again.

Uncle Hyrum has found his Blood Sugar is high.

We went down to see U. Henry Sunday after church came back Monday evening. They are doing well. He can walk much better using walker.

We got a garden planted or part of it. Grand[sic] is cold yet.

Be extra careful so as not to slip on the ice.

Take care of your self Take No chances. Who knows who is lurking in the shadow to do you harm.

Oh I found this picture, If you like it you may keep it. Your mom was one year old. I think.

Don’t take any wooden Nickles from any one a old saying.

1 fore[sic] each year – so 21 it is
Happy birthday

Love

Grandma

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