My Long Ago

This is not a bushy tail, or a long tail or even a fuzzy tail, but it is my tale. So here it is—my Long Ago. In my long ago there was no radio, TV, computers, IPads, air conditioning and many more nos. There was just after the first world war and what came next, which happens to coincide with my childhood memories. In this regard I will endeavor to recall as many incidents as I possibly can, and then perhaps my children, grandchildren and great grandkids will be able to envision me in a role other than Mom, gram, or big grandma. Where to begin? That is indeed a problem. I think starting with my maternal grandparents would be best so here goes.