Where am I?  If I don't have a clue where I am, how do I know where I have been?

One minute I am a little girl on the farm in Dorset, Minnesota.  The next minute I am typing this blog trying to remember what happened in between.

Memories has a strange way of changing each time you remember something.  I do remember like it was yesterday, or was it the day before. Any rate, the point is I do remember.  What was it I was talking about?
Oh, being a little girl on the farm in Dorset. I was the youngest daughter once in a family of five.  I believe I was the cuties baby my daddy ever saw.  I am sure he told me that many times.  My mommy was a very beautiful woman.  I know this because my daddy married her.  She must have been beautiful. They had a very fast romance and married on Easter Sunday in 1940. After four siblings, two brothers and two sister, my mother had a nervous (emotional) breakdown as they called them back then.  After time away from the farm for a short visit with a sister, she returned home full of vim and vigor (Vitamin B shots!). She was to get "pg" so she would get healthy blood in her system (ME!!!). From that day forward, my mother was the spitting image of health. (I really have pic of the before and after to prove it). Eventually, I was no longer the youngest of the family.  I became  the middle child. (You do the math). I later found it to be a great advantage as my younger sisters did my share of dishes.  Go figure!

So by the grace of God, I am here, ordered by the doctor himself. Thanks Doc for helping my mommy feel better so I could be here. I was meant to "be".

I knew you before I formed you in your mother's womb. Jer. 1:5
.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/294867?chapter=1