My grandma sent this to me recently.
It's a letter I wrote to her before I could even write my name.
It's always interesting to see a bit of local history. We went past the site where James Garfield died two months after he had been shot. He was brought here in hopes that the fresh air and quiet would help him recover. The small street where this monument stands is named for him.
I guess you can all imagine how huge I am!!