This missive describes our lives in 2020 during the first months of the COVID-19 virus, our illness, and then living under the quarantine.

The most climatic experience that I remember from my years on the farm was the day the tornado struck in June 1956 when I was 15.

I recently found my diary from when I was 12-14 years old, written in 1954 - 1955. It show me to be boy crazy & the hard work on the farm.

Here are transcribed contents my daily diary entries in 1954-55 when I was 12-14. I find it fascinating to read-maybe because I wrote it.

My name is Barbara, and I have led a wondrous life. To organize my life stories, I have divided my life into five segments.

My last remaining maternal aunts wrote down their memories of when they were growing up on a farm in Michigan in the early 1900's. (2 of 2)

In 1926, my Uncle Walt and a friend drove a 1919 Ford Model T that cost $10 from MA to PA. They went 690 miles in 5 days with 12 punctures.