These stories were written to tell my grandkids and great-grandkids about their grandmother's childhood but became much more a teaching tool of some of the values that are being lost in our day. They provoke questions parents should answer and often don't. But mostly they show a happy childhood with a little adventure thrown and a bit of the wry sense of humor I inherited from my dad. I hope parents will read them to their children and be with them at bedtime. The stories are mostly true, but my memory is unsure of conversations and who did what, so they aren't exact. I was born just before World War II, and for the most part, these stories are just after it ended. The settings are Andrews, Texas, and Carlsbad, New Mexico. There were no TVs and cell phones back then.