![]() ![]() ![]() “Well, I would buy a copy,” Grandma Letha piped up. I want to read that book, because I know that you have many wonderful stories to share.” “You need to write a book about your family and the title needs to be There Was Always Laughter in Our House. “Oh? What is that?” I asked, expecting an interesting fiction idea from this man who had fun stories to tell about his growing-up years, his time in Korea, or raising his children. ![]() “I know what your next book needs to be and what it should be called.” When I finally paused, Grandpa Leroy looked down at me with a smile. I sat on the floor telling them about my latest book projects and other little happenings in my life. It was a pleasant day in January 2015 and we had come to pick up my sister Grace, who had been helping them clean their house. So, this feisty elderly couple had adopted us and we had adopted them. Relations with my own grandparents had been strained, and my siblings and I felt the loss. We had moved from my childhood home into a new area almost two hours away from my best friend. ![]() This is an excerpt from There Was Always Laughter in Our House:Īlthough he’s not a blood relation, he and his spunky wife adopted us kids as their grandchildren when I was about eight years old. ![]()
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