Here is a short blurb on my motivation in life, tell me your feedback?
Hi, Odd Lot Crew, I just wrote a short piece I want to share with you, every word is true.
A sad but funny motivating story of how my Grandma focused my life.
Way back in 1895 my Grandma Nottingham, a daughter of a Nobleman, George Wesley, who immigrated from England and his wife, a Cherokee woman, I have never found her name, was brought over with her family in a covered wagon train, to Southern Alberta from Washington DC.
Grandma Nottingham was 5 years old then on that trip.
Grandma lived to see 3 days before her 100th birthday in 1990, living the remainder of her life in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. She married a coal miner who died after they had, I believe, three children, (? Family records aren’t clear and birth or death records weren’t kept by the family, neither was grandma very forthcoming.) when local kids beat him with sticks, breaking both of his arms, and poking his eyes out.
My Grandma was always known to me as Grandma Nottingham and for as long as I knew her, she was deaf, losing her hearing when she got cholera at about 18 years old before she had kids.
And I find that so many people say they have tough lives now, I think of my Grandma.
I just think of my grandparents when I’m getting down on struggles in life. Knowing this past history, I try to resolve issues for people knowing that everyone struggles with issues of one kind or another.
I live each day moving forward, I lift my head up and think in prayer, “Good going Grandma, I hear you!” Kudos to Grandma Nottingham and family!
Ken, “Thank you, Grandma Nottingham!”
