Blessed, I’m so damn grateful

Several years ago I sat down with about 100 hand written pages in a spiral notebook my father had written during his morning coffee. His journaling was prompted by progressive vision loss, he knew he was going blind. I took his reminiscences and added historical context and through long discussions expanded his ‘vision’.

When reading a completed paragraph back to him he often responded, “that’s it, that’s right damn it.” And in the process I became my father.

This book is worthless as a work of literature. However, 100 years from now, or anytime in the future, when someone wants to know about the plight of the common man in the 20th century, it will be priceless.

5.0 out of 5 stars History Comes Alive and Blesses the Reader

Once in a blue moon, along comes a book that is made extraordinary by the teller of the tale. Written by 94-year-old Raymond M. Saunders, (now 95), BLESSED, I’M SO DAMNED GRATEFUL, is a book every household should have. What better way to experience a century of history than through the eyes of one of its sons. Saunders shares the beauty of life lived simply, with purpose, and with foresight. Above all, his tale is one that proves the beauty of the celebration of family in its most honest form.

5.0 out of 5 stars MEMORIES
Author, 94 year-old Raymond M. Saunders, is not just a man, but a piece of American history. You cannot truly understand that statement until you have feasted on his life’s story and that of seven generations before in his newly released book, “Blessed, I’m So Damned Grateful.”