My mother, Nancy, grew up in a small town north of Lansing called St Johns. She graduated high school there and married her high school sweetheart at the age of 19. During their marriage, our family moved from St Johns, to Detroid, Michigan, to Somerset, New Jersey, to St Louis, Missouri, to Flemington, New Jersey, which is where us daughters married and started lives of our own. During those years, my mother wrote to her mother. I remember her spending hours coming up with new and funny ways of describing our lives. When my grandmother passed away, my mother found those letters in a drawer, every single one she ever wrote. I compiled these letters for my parents 50th wedding anniversary.

I love you Mom,

Your oldest daughter, Kellie