A New Journey

I never knew my grandmother. She died from a terminal illness when I was 4 months old.  My mother tells me she cried when I was born because she knew she would not live to know me. I never felt her hugs or heard her laugh, yet I feel an indescribable bond with her and she is my hero. Her life is an amazing story and I have always wanted to write it. I am embarking on a new journey - the journey of my grandmother's life from my perspective.

There are parts of her past that I must become educated about. Specifically, Romanian culture in the early 1900's. It is my hope that there are some readers out there that can provide me with insight about Romania as I write my research notes about my grandmother's story. Ciao!