They say that everyone has a novel in them. Mine happened by chance. After my father died my mother gave me a small packet of letters that she had stored in her Bible dating from 1909 to 1936. Laid out in chronological order they gave a snapshot of that place and time around The Great Depression. After my father’s funeral I rode back to the home of my Aunt and I asked her about the Susie House and how it got its name. The Susie House was the two room tenant house on my grandfather’s farm that I and five siblings grew up in. My Aunt told me the following…