Aspiring Author?

Hello again, I'm back for my 2nd post.

In the past I have been encouraged to write a book about my life, I want to see what your opinions might be...

I was born in 1930 in Iowa. We were poor people but managed to survive.  I was the 5th child with 5 younger. We moved around a lot, wherever my dad could find work is where we would go. I went to eight schools through the 6th grade, 3 of those years at one school. All but one where one room schoolhouses. When I was 10 my Aunt asked my mom if I could move in with her and clean her house. and she would see that I would go to school. Sometimes I would walk a mile and a half to go to school, sometimes I would get to ride a horse. When I started my 6th grade year, my teacher was only 19 year old. She didn't know how to include me with the twin girls in my class so I would leave to find my own entertainment. Many trips to the outdoor toilet or laying in the grass looking at the sky. I spent a lot of time in the dictionary, I can remember trying to find all the bad words.

This is just a little bit for now, talk to you soon.

It's Up To Us

Hi, my name is Lois, but my grand daughters call me G-Lo, and this is my very first blog. I had a thought one day that I wanted to share, I didn't know what the best way to get it out there would be? I asked my family and they said to blog it...so here we are.

As all of you are aware I'm sure,  our national debt is HUGE. Rather than talking about it, let's contribute to it! So here's my idea...If the billionaires would contribute a billion dollars, and if the millionaires would give a million dollars, and if the thousandaires would give a thousand dollar and if those on welfare would give just $25.00, and if the youngsters that don't have access to funds would start fundraisers to be apart of the rescue mission, we could turn this around. We can do it together.

Some of you might ask how I know about welfare? Well, in 1953, my dad died, he was just 50 yrs old, leaving my mother with four young children. My older brother was in the service and the two older girls and me were all married to servicemen. Because of this, us older kids were unable to help our mom, my mom had no other choice than to go on welfare. Even while mom was struggling she was always able to share with the "down and outers" 

Our USA is down and out right now - Let's help!

I look forward to sharing more with you soon.