Some years ago, my sister Beth gave Aunt Esther a book filled with prompts, hoping that Aunt Esther would fill the book with stories and reminiscences. Along the way, Aunt Esther decided that her cursive just wasn’t up to snuff, and besides, her hand hurt and shook when she tried to write too much.
She filled some of the pages, but not many.
I have photos of the pages she filled, and I’ve decided that I’m to start an occasional series of posts, purposefully sharing some of her stories.
For more about Aunt Esther, visit these pages.