*Ash*

My grandmother Laurel Johnson(olson) was the oldest of eight children. She grew up on a farm in a small town called Wrenshall Minnesota. She had to help raise all eight of her brothers and sisters, because her father died when she was only 15 years old. Her mother had to provide food for her family, so she had to work all day in the feilds. They had really struggled to keep their family clothed, bathed, fed, and even sheltered. Back then working on a farm with only one adult and maybe three young boys helping run it wasn’t the easiest way to survive out in the country. I am very fortunate to have such a weaththy family, and I have realized back then there are so many other grandparents that have gone through the same thing or even worse. I’m sure my grandmother had experienced a lot of cool things that I will never experience, but learning about the way she had to really work hard to survive is something I would never want to go through, and hopefully never will.