When my mother was dying, I turned down all the things that she wished to give to me. This idea however, she would not let me turn down. The idea of me taking her notebooks of family history, dreaming up a story, and getting it printed.
How do I even put the last 17 years into a paragraph? While stumbling over my grief, the story began to pour out of my mind, and onto the page. I hope its readable.

I am a devoted mother and wife. I also own and operate a horse training / boarding facility.

I think that the little images in my mind have finally escaped, and they are on paper for the world to see. My mother wished for her genealogy to be recorded, and her family treasure to be in story form.
The characters, some real, and most imagined, have given to me a vivid depiction of what my family may have been like in the old days.