Today, I'm having an office day.Had to complete my newsletter on others' deadlines -- mine was last Friday at 5 PM, but some did not agree with the deadline!
So anyway, I'm sittin' here in the office -- or the cave!
Glanced over at my shelves to the left and noticed the framed photo of my paternal grandmother, Hannie Dickinson. It's a sepia-toned photo of her holding my (baby) son, Andy, who is now 39 years old.
Anyway you get the picture.
My grandmother knew how to network. She connected with people around the word before computers, by writing letters to people every Sunday. Some she had met in person, bu
t some were people she had read about.My grandmother was a farm wife. Her beautiful New England home burned to the groun
d one cold winter day. But she kept on. She collected information, like any good networker would, to make sound financial investments with her hard-earned money. This was during the late '40's and early '50's when women baked bread and did not balance the checkbook. One financial goal was to build a proper parlor onto the revamped farm shed that became her home after the fire.Grandma didn't call it networking. That's our word for it today. But she connected like no tomorrow.
Don't you wonder what your grand kids will say about you? Will they admire you because you were ahead of the curve?
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