Carol AlfordGrowing up on Country Roads-the title of my unfinished memoir-and traveling countless through fares across the world, bequeathed a wealth of experiences and memories that fill me up. Oh, but then, I must add the daughter, Chris who died too young, an son, Mitch who bestowed on me paramount joys and tender moments. I glow with the blessings of grandchildren and great grandchildren as we hike a mountain, bake a loaf of bread, celebrate a milestone, or aim for tomorrow. Add then, the thousands of eager or uncertain faces that touched my soul during the over sixty years I've spent in classrooms, plus singing joyous songs with choirs for almost forever. Can't forget friendships galore during years of playing bridge, domino games, sharing meals together-rooms filled with laughter and ofttimes, tears. And above all, my cup runneth over with the blessings of faith in My God, My Savior Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Is it no wonder that I desire to tell a story, to spin a tale? Read More Read Less