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I grew up in my grandmother’s home, alongside my father and grandfather. Daddy had won custody of my brother and me after a messy divorce—a rare thing back in the 50s. He needed help raising us, and we moved in with his parents.
It’s a long and somewhat messy story, but here’s the part that still aches a little. As wonderful as my grandmother was, I could never get her to open up about her family’s history. Now, those stories are lost to me, like pages torn from a book I’ll never get to read.
Elizabeth was my grandfather’s mother. Nearly 30 years after Granddaddy died, I unexpectedly inherited a mountain of family treasures—notes, photos, letters, artifacts, and more than 50 years of daily diaries. I had no idea they even existed. What a gift!
He had also left behind a 220-page autobiography, filled with stories of his childhood in the rural Appalachian hills of east Tennessee. I’d heard many of them when I was younger—what my grandmother called his “multiple-told tales.” Back then, as a busy young mother, I didn’t have the time or perspective to appreciate them. Sadly, many faded from memory.
Among the boxes, I found one letter from Elizabeth to her grandmother, written in October 1899. She described her newborn baby, the pain in her chest that kept her in bed, and her heartbreak over not being able to help her husband with the chores.
Then, only 7 months later, as the days were getting longer and Spring was in the air, that pain that was in her chest - tuberculosis - took her young life after a long, brutal winter. That single letter brought her to life for me in a way I never expected.
Granddaddy left a treasure trove of stories, letters, photos, artifacts.
Elizabeth left just one letter.
Both taught me the power and the importance of a written family legacy.
That’s why I’ve chosen to use my little lotion and skincare company as a platform—to inspire and motivate others to capture and share their own family stories.
I want to encourage you to simply begin. Write a love letter to each of your grandchildren. Tell the stories of those you’ve loved and lost—stories that will fade away if no one takes the time to write them down.
I’ll be sharing tips and ideas to help you start this journey of preserving precious memories. In doing so, you’ll give roots and meaning to those who come after you—and ensure the people and moments you treasure live on.