From time to time I have written bits and pieces about segments of my life. Today, I started to write more stories about The Great Depression of the 1930s but decided I should write about a time before the crash of 1929, from stories my mother told.
My mother was without a doubt the most interesting woman I have ever known. She was extremely intelligent, without very much formal schooling. And despite the hardships she endured growing up she always seem to have this regal presence about her.
