Nothing to do with genealogy?  From my window - Alberta skies.  Just one of many beautiful sunsets.  Skies are so vast and changing.  They look down on generations and generations.  I know - I'm stretching here. :)  Just being reflective on a Sunday morning.  Have been reading Frank McCourt's  Teacher Man about how he came to America from Ireland and was teaching in the inner city schools of New York.  Known as a "tough little mick that isn't so tough," Mr. McCourt tells how he got away with not teaching the way administrations wanted and sometimes got praised for his efforts and sometimes got fired.

If any of you have stories such as this about your people who emmigrated to America and made their way in poverty and in riches, but don't consider yourselves "writers" and are timid about putting yourselves "out there,"  send me your (short) story and I will edit and publish them on this blog for you.  This will benefit both of us, because I think it will be interesting for my reading public and will give you a forum for your stories.  Please be assured, I will email you the final draft for your approval before I publish it.

Remember to keep it to blog  size and, if you can't, I will edit for you.
Send stories to nsharon2@telus.net

Have a wonderful day and happy writing! - and don't worry about spelling, grammar, or punctuation.  I will take care of all that.  I'm just excited to read your stories.