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Once upon a time in a dusty attic far, far away, lived stacks of boxes, beautiful gold trimmed boxes, filled with glorious hand-written words on yellow pads, some on blue lined paper, in notebooks with  pages torn, and on bundles of parchments held together by paperclips. And there they remained for no one to read except for the mice with faded bonnets, cheese cloth aprons, and reading glasses. And even they were kept at bay by the kitty they called Stray.

Of course, that's not exactly how it happened. This is the truth I do solemnly swear: Dusty cardboard boxes bearing the Late Arleta Richardson's name, taking a little more space in Marilyn's, one of Arleta's closest friends, garage shelf had everybody asking, "Oh what to do"?

Before Arleta went to see Jesus, to take up permanent residence in heaven, she bequeathed to Marilyn her unpublished manuscripts and articles. It was mentioned that perhaps Marilyn would continue the Grandma's Attic series. "Oh what to do?" 

There's even a collection of Arleta's books in German. We'll keep those safe for now.

Marilyn gifted Arleta's former college with one of her completed manuscripts; another went to a writer friend, and voila ... we are left with one more Box In The Attic.

And here, my friends, after typing all of Arleta's work into the computer we've decided to go digital. Her novels, her short stories, and articles will find a home on this blog. That's the purpose of this blog: to bring the world stories of a time where growing your own food, loving your family and neighbors was a thing.  

We might even have a few recipes from Grandma herself when lard was healthy and wood-burning stoves kept us warm through the harshest of winters ... Once Upon A Time. 

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