I was lucky enough to receive a product recently called the Presto Printing Mailbox. You can see my full description and review of the Presto Printing Mailbox and Mail Service at Type-A Mom.
The Presto Printing Mailbox was the perfect excuse to drive the 300 miles for an impromptu visit to my Grandma's house.
When I was in college, I spent every other weekend at her house, but these days, I'm lucky to visit six times a year. That fact makes me sad, especially now that I have a daughter of my own. I want Grace to know my goofy and amazing Grandma before it's too late.
My Grandma grew up during the Great Depression in Pittsburgh, the middle of five children whose mother and father rarely lived in the same house. A lot of her childhood was spent living in a condemned house that her mother discovered. She has very typical memories from the Depression era: kind store owners whose charity kept the children's hope alive and parents who went without so their children could eat.
Compared to her life, I have an opulent existence.
My grandma is smart, so smart that she skipped two grades and graduated from high school at sixteen, but for her, going to college wasn't an option. She worked at difficult and physically demanding jobs for nearly fifty years, raised five children, and several of her grandchildren.
Grandma is proud of me for completing high school, graduating from college, earning a Master's Degree, and maintaining a professional career. She talks about me to everyone she knows.
I want to make my Grandma proud. Every single day of her life. So now, I can, because she can get emails from me exactly that often.
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