The Forward from Just Another Day
Being a twin in a big Irish family with seven sisters we didn't get much individual attention. In parochial school my eighth grade teacher told me I was a good writer. I loved knowing that I was good at something and that somebody acknowledged that I had a gift.
I wrote journals from the age of twenty and realized that I could then see what I was thinking. When I married a dairy farmer and moved in with him and his Pop, writing became my therapy for dealing with two hard-working Polish men with strong roots to the soil.
Four chuildren later, I bravely marched downtown to The Citizen Newspaper Office and asked to write a weekly column. After the editor read a few of my stories, he looked me in the eye and said, "You have a strong voice. You know how to tell a lean story." And he hired me to to write a weekly column for the farm section. Suddenly I was writing a farm blog before blogs were even invented. These 48 stories appeared from April 1988 to April 1989. "Don't Worry, Be Happy," was the most popular song, The Bill Cosby Show was the number one sit-com, and gas was a whopping ninety-one cents a gallon.
Being a stay-at-home-mom for ten years were the best days of my life although I didn't realize it at the time. I'm grateful to have captured these snippets.