For a few minutes on cassette tape, answering improvised questions, Grandma told some of her story to Mom.
Years later Mom transcribed the conversation. What I have today are a few scenes and moments Grandma remembered that afternoon, images of her as a child among the mountains and grass fields of rural Utah.
What I have is priceless to me. But what I want is much, much more.
Life Writers Collaborative aims to offer much, much more.