The Story

My name is Sara. I grew up in a small town with two loving parents and a wonderful little sister. We had a small, but tight knit family growing up. My father (who you'll meet later) was a high school English/History/Speech/Drama teacher and my mother was a middle school librarian. It's no wonder that I grew up with a fondness for stories. They were all around me. Books before bed each night, my favorite tales memorized before I could even begin to read. But perhaps my favorite stories came from the memories of my grandpa and my dad.

My grandpa had, and my dad still has the ability to bring the past to life in their tales of family adventure, love, intrigue, hardship, faith and perseverance. So much of who I have become, what I have learned to value, the faith that has blossomed through the years came sitting at the feet of these two men hanging on every word.

Stories change us. Stories inspire us. Stories teach us. Stories hurt us. And stories can heal us, especially those stories of people with whom we share common genes. It is in these family tales that we discover who we are, and maybe come to a better understanding of who we were meant to be.

I've begun this blog as a place to record these stories, so that my children and their children will know the people who helped to bring them into this world. My Dad is Grandpa Stu, the story-teller. These are his stories, and mine, and yours, if they mean something to you. It is a space for my dad and I to share what we both so greatly love.

So without further ado, here is the first in Grandpa Stu's Tall Tales and Legends...