Liz's Letters

Teenagers need culture. My mom and I thought we would take my daughter and her boyfriend to see the Nutcracker Ballet. We dressed in our Ballet Matinee' duds, some of us a little more casual than others. No worries. It was about having fun, hearing music, watching the dance. Some of us were not sure what to expect...see two teens on the left of my mom. Curious. I suggested that they read the program; after all, it tells the story that we were about to see and hear, only without words. What? A story? To music and dancing only? Curious. But it was wonderful. On the way home from the ballet, we drove through the neighborhood where I grew up. Fate. The owner of my childhood home was in the yard. We all got a tour of the home I lived in when I was the age of this beautiful daughter, on a trip that was to introduce her to some of what I knew growing up. I had not planned that it would include an inside view of my childhood home, but God did. Very neat. There is a very aged, ...