Grandma Don’t Tweet
My father survived a plane crash with the help of a sixteen year old girl he met in a movie theater. She was working as an usher at the only theater in the tiny town of Casselton, North Dakota. He was an air force sergeant recuperating from a horrific plane crash that left sixteen other servicemen dead.
That teenage girl turned eighty in May. She’s now the matriarch of a family with nearly as many people as there are in the town she was born in (Emden, ND population 59). She is also my mom. But this isn't my story to tell. It's hers.
Grandma don't Fb and Grandma don't tweet. If you want to know more all you have to do is ask her. But no need to mention my name. She hasn't heard from me for awhile either . . .
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