Nebraska,A Prairie Life

Dear Grandaughters, 

    I am going to do a series of posts about growing up in Brady, a small town on the Nebraska prairie. I will be writing about my experiences in the '50s and '60s when life was different. At that time, we lived without televisions or air conditioning. Calling a friend meant picking up the phone and telling the operator what number you wanted her to dial for you.. We didn't have a swimming pool, or theater, and certainly not...computers. Our only store, except for two grocery stores, was the drugstore.

    
    This might sound drastic, but I have wonderful memories and a few not so wonderful! (I could be on the ornery side.) Nevertheless, I would like to share those things I remember., I will be writing about school, holidays, parades, the games we played. the Brady cafe, and much more. I will include my own antics. I hope you enjoy these blogs.  Love, Grandma Barb

Small town Ne. Life.

I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with blogging. I like inner joy, but in that I've achieved it, I decided to write on being a woman on the Nebraska prairie. This is the land I love. I have finished a book that has taken three years to write, and now I am in the days of editing, a tireless job that I can't resist. In the midst of that, I am finding more and more lost pieces that fill a gap..I will be writing about that also. I suppose that living here among friends is a hodgepodge life a bit like the mixture of flowers tucked inside a bag.  One gets a wonderful smell-an aroma that delights the soul. The best way I can speak of inner joy is to define my life here in Nebraska as it goes from day to day.Off for now-better stuff later..