We all have stories from our past, some funny, some sad, some worth passing on and others well … better off forgotten. Nevertheless, each family has its own way of preserving, with great accuracy or with embellishments, moments of family fun, truth or consequences, from one generation to the next.
In my family the telling and re-telling of stories started over eight years ago when Douglas, the eldest of my two sons, addressed me as “Sterbs” rather than “Mom.” My then five year old Grandson, Joey, asked … “Mimi (that’s what the Grandkids, all four of them, call me), why does Dad call you Sterbs?” My response was …”It’s a long story.” Joey begged me first to tell him the story and then to write it. Thus began the first in a series of short stories to comprise a book which each of the grandkids love to read over and over.