Mary Gardner-Ruch

Grandma's Whacky, Weird, and Wonderful Gifts

It was 1990, the year of big changes for my three daughters and for me. I had moved them to a new town, school, and a life without their father. It took me standing up for my county to finally stand up for myself. I had been a leader in a nuclear dump fight. Through this engagement, connections had been made that helped us find a beautiful home to rent out in the country. We were starting over.