Author's Diary, Day 11: I spent almost four years, asking everybody I ran into to tell me stories about my grandmother, who died in 1992. I heard about how she liked to make peanut butter taffy when she was a girl and about how she delivered babies when she was a nurse in her small eastern Kentucky town.
The only beau I heard about was the one who turned out to be my grandfather, who rode into town on a Harley in 1937 and rode off with her. But now that my book is published, new facts are coming to light.
I received this email from Elliott Fraim, who owns a bookstore in Prestonsburg, Kentucky: "As of today we have sold 103 copies of the book. Several people have mentioned having photos etc. to show you when you are here. Just this AM a lady said that she had found a photo of your grandmother with a boyfriend, which she wanted to bring to you."
I can't wait to get to town next month to see it.