I diligently clip Box Tops and Labels for Education, knowing my. I remember reading about Evelyn Ryan (the aforementioned “ Prize Winner“) and thinking I would have been a lot like her, if I’d lived in that era – when options for women were limited and creativity was a requirement for running a household, instead of a luxury for women with “time on their hands.” Like my grandmother, I’ve dared to dream a little, when given the opportunity to enter a contest. She never won enough to have a book written about her, but she never stopped trying. Apparently, she did this all her life, alongside her regular outings to play Bingo. With her jewelry, she had these tiny, plastic bags that each held an even tinier stone, labeled with words like “Fifth Prize: Genuine Black Star of India.” I asked my mother about them and she laughed as she told me about Grandma’s penchant for entering contests. But, when I helped sort through some of her things, after she died, I discovered my grandmother was Illinois’ version of The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio (albeit on a much smaller scale). Because I was blessed to know her until I was well into my 40s, I felt like I knew most everything about her. My mother’s mother was my last living grandparent she died last year, just shy of her 98th birthday.
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