I take pictures of each trinket each has a story and a history. It is like walking through a historic building and looking at all the antiques and the stories of every piece is embedded in her mind. There is so much for me to learn, but also there is an ease to everything. She came from a small town raised by a family who’s longevity was known in the small community. She was born in 1941 one year before the war began. Old in body but young in spirit; being raised by grandparents, and even great grandparents is quite the feat in itself. “I was always the brightest out of my family.” She beamed as she said it. “Not like I’m gloating or anything!” The humor and the quick wit was just one of the traits she had been given. She graduated from high school at the young age of sixteen after starting at the age of …show more content…
He was a writer for the Omaha World Herald. Just like any news reporter in his time he would drink heavily. He had his manners too though walking through the house if he would bump into the door it would be an automatic “excuse me.” Almost like a daze or an automatic response. She recalled him and his family. “My husband had a glaze over his eyes most the time it was a challenge to even get his attention, but when I did I had the full attention and his eyes would light up and that would make me happier than anything” She met his parents and the father was exactly the same except he was a chain smoker. The heavy purple smoke would fill the tv room where they always sat together. “His eyes were the same too, glazed over and always zoned out it must be hereditary” his wife was always full of energy and was the life of the party. Unfortunately the alcohol drove her and her husband