Beginning with my Grandpa Ike in the early 1800's, then with my Pa (also named Ike), they wrote a collection of stories; twelve in all. They didn't give their stories any fancy titles, just Roman numbers; which they preserved in metal cylinders. My Grandpa couldn't write, so his stories were written down by my Pa; and my Pa's stories were written down by me. Well, at least until I was thirteen and was sent to live with my Aunt Molly in Springfield...