Wouldn’t it be something if one woman, a small voice from the past, a farm-woman sitting at her kitchen table pouring out her heart on paper in thankfulness and gratitude for the children she adopted could in some manner impact the world? We never know the ramifications of our lives. We think they are simple. Are they? An Oregon farmer named Herry Holt began an adoption agency—mother adopted some of those magnificent children, and for ten years she wrote to Grandma Holt. The agency kept Mother's letters all those years, and then they came into my hands. Everyone ought to read her words I thought, and then, also, everyone ought to know the secret her daughter’s kept from her.
Mother's Letters...and mine
Joyce Davis, author