I can't really believe it's been a year and a half since I've written about or even opened Anna's journal. It's a surprisingly difficult thing to open yourself up to. I am curious, and want to know more about her, yet the journal entries so far have been so matter of fact. It is difficult to perceive emotions and personality. Corn is everywhere, but where is Anna?
I also keep thinking of my father, who wanted so badly to learn more about Anna and her family, but did not get the chance to lay his hands on this book. He would have loved that it still existed, and the story of how it was found again, not to mention the contents.
For those of you who have been following this blog, I am sorry for the long delay. I forget sometimes that many of you count Anna as an ancestor, and that this blog is, in some small way, bigger than both of us.
I am not big on New Years resolutions, but I will do my best to start writing regularly again this year.
