There’s nothing quite like the lineage we call family. For Wright, it seems but a blink of an eye since she sat watching her grandfather peel apples in a long strand or since she tasted the strawberry Jell-O her grandmother made and topped with fresh cream from the cow she milked that morning.

But as is often the case, more time has passed for Wright than she cares to admit. With memories always in jeopardy of fading away, lost to future generations, it is important to share the pictures and to tell the stories.

The first segment of the book does precisely that. The balance of the book focuses on the wonderful sense of adventure that began some twenty-three years ago as Wright first became a grandmother.

Trips to the ice cream parlor, games of hide-and-seek, family talent shows—all these and many other adventures may characterize one’s experience as a grandparent. Remember that finding a partner with whom to share life and love is a blessing.

The gift of children is a blessing. Grandchildren are the second generation of blessing.

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