I write what I know. That is why Sam in Grit, Not Grits is from Texas. After I graduated from Purdue University with a degree in Elementary Education, this small town Indiana girl packed up everything she owned and headed west. I spent my first five years post college teaching in Dallas and Carrollton, Texas. I have wonderful memories of of my years in Texas. I left Texas in 1987 with friendships (Harriet & Mike Fliss, Julie & Bob Van Horn, John Halverson, Steve Miller, Jeff Giese, Dave Osnowitz) that have stood the test of time and distance and a husband (Kyle) of 32 years.
If if I had not spent those five years eating grits in the “Lone Star” state, this book may not have been written. Texas is where I experienced grits. Those of you from the southern states of America will chuckle at the fact that I had to come up with a way to introduce and explain what grits are in the story to us neieve gritless northerners.
Her name is Sam. She’s from Texas. She says to our class, “Hi, y’all. Yeah, I use this walker, but I’m pretty good at softball.”
So the great state of Texas, here’s to you! A piece of my heart will always be with you. Thanks for teaching me about grits!