Is there a storyteller in our family? I think everybody was a storyteller – they all told stories at one point or another in our lives. I’m trying to be the keeper of the stories and documenting them as much as I can. Some of those stories appear here in my blog.
Dad and his sister often told stories about their growing up in the various logging camps – hide and seek; go carts; driving a speeder, a car, and a pick-up truck, and having meals at the logging camps. A lot of these stories are being written in my documentation of the Kludt family.
Mom and her sisters
often tell stories about growing up – stories about their grandfather George,
about their Dad and about their brothers.
Stories about living near a Girls Correctional facility, earthquakes
(and the damage done to a school and having to attend different schools),
walking to and from town either to go to the picture show or collect their Dad.
I heard a lot of
stories when I visited family in Kentucky – especially about my
great-grandfather, George Keesee and his Model A. Also, heard stories about the Reisner family
when my aunt & I visited family in Iowa.
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