Introduction

Some of you may remember my previous blog from my adventures in Europe in 2011. Welcome back! If you remember the journey from that awesome trip, going to New Mexico, back to Texas, and through that nearly fatal car wreck, I really appreciate you for giving my voice a platform.  I’ve been quiet in the blogosphere for a few years as I’ve been in a personal evolutionary metamorphosis. If you have understood my views on any subject, they’ve probably changed.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter know me as the character, Jemma Scout.  I derived the name from characters from my favorite novel: To Kill a Mockingbird, Jem and Scout.  It’s a tip of the hat to characters who display social justice in the sense of doing the right things and observing equality and human rights for all.  

My blog address: mattiesgranddaughter.blogspot.com is to answer the question for those who will come to ask, “Who do you think you are?”  I am the product of those who came before me.  My strength (or lack thereof) comes from the experiences I’ve had in my life. 

My mind has been changed by new information received from community groups, children who’ve grown up to be adult friends, online community, and reconnection with old friends.  Buckle up...Here we go...


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  1. Renee nickname ReynaDecember 15, 2018 at 9:56 AM

    Love this! Your dedicated-shouldve been-momma-maybe from another life-sister

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