When my elderly mother Esther arrived at my house with a large cardboard box full of letters and documents, I was motivated to write her life story. In this blog, I will highlight some of the steps I took to research, write, and refine the major events of her beautiful life.
When our family lived at the Gillette Cabin Camp, Esther decided to teach Wilma to read. She took on this project with gusto, printing words with black crayon on pieces of cardboard cut from cereal boxes. Wilma took to reading like a duck takes to water, and Esther kept busy finding books for her to read.
Later, when Joel was old enough to sit still, Wilma enjoyed reading stories to him. They loved to sit outside in the sunshine, laughing at Mother Goose rhymes or getting acquainted with Dick and Jane.
Here is Esther, outside our cabin. You can see the "carports" between the cabins, and beyond the tree is Esther's beloved