Marta

While visiting  Salt Lake City my niece Rebecca gave me another journal my mother left behind. She enjoyed writing and prided herself on her ability to write English. In her writing I see the life she led and the people she loved. Her entries are short due to writing in her second language but they express strong sentiments and sweet reminders of the trials and joys of her life.

    Rebecca started the transcribing and so I have posted what she typed at the end of the page entitled My Name Is Marta. No changes were made to word choice or spelling.  Click here to read, please.