Just A North Dakota Girl Living in An Illinois World

   These days with email and social media we may lay aside letters never to read them again, if we even get any at all, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, which can never be irrecoverable for ourselves or others.   Said Johann Wolfgang Goethe. Letter my dad wrote to my mom, he was a truck driver. Which is so true and sad and I as the family genealogist keep all of them and scan them into our family tree. I am most grateful to my father for never throwing anything out. I found so many treasures, as well as some old war letters my grandmother saved and I now have.  Letter from my grandfather George Edgar Robertson while serving in WWI google image google image google image     Aren't they fun, I have ink and c alligraphy  pens, I Am not very good at handwriting and my printing is not well either, but I do love to write. I love wax seals and send letters off to faraway places and receiving mail is a most treasured gif...

    This evening, I am taking my Momma to Stage 212 to see the Miracle Worker. We have seen the Helen Keller movie many times, so we are really excited to see the play.    We try and go to as many plays as we can. When I was young my mom took me to plays and I even got to go to a couple ballets when we lived in California. They felt so magical to me, and I have taken my children and grandchildren as well. My old grandson Christopher has been in a few school plays and now he has been in a production through Dakota Stage in Bismarck, N.D. I would have loved to of seen him perform. Such a blessing.     I feel as though I am missing out on so much of their lives while I am here. I feel so torn between my duty as a daughter and where my heart really lies. I feel so broken. But I will take a deep breath and breathe and enjoy the time I have with my Momma. God knows better than I do where I need to be for now.    I shall update this to let you know ...