December 10, 2014

by Sarah Hudson Pierce
Guest Columnist

One of the best gifts we can give to our children is to write our stories down so that so that future generations will know where they came from.
Storytelling has become mostly a lost art. Before the days of television the family sat around and told stories while the children prepared to go to sleep.
I find few things more fascinating than researching my family history because I knew so little having grown up in an orphanage. I’ve located more living, long-lost relatives than anyone I know.
And within those family groups, I’ve received a few copies of stories written by my second cousin Mildred Pettis-Leighton who mentioned with fondness my mother’s visit with them one Christmas, shortly after my 25-year-old grandmother died in an underground sod house, in Woods County, Oklahoma, when my mother was only two.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.