It was 1952 in Hayward, California. Doris and August Knodt (Dori and Auggie, to each other) were nestled in newlywed bliss, trying to keep up with four rascally kiddos (including Norman, who would later become my father!) when they decided life just wasn’t hectic enough.
So they took the plunge and started Forget Me Knodt flowers, right out of their home. A bold move for two young lovebirds. I’ve gotta say, I like their style.
My grandparents’ dream bloomed and grew for decades, until the wind scattered its seeds east, to Chicago. Now here I am, sixty years later, with a Forget Me Knodt of my own!
It’s funny. All my life I tried to find my own path. I dug my feet in and built a successful 10-year career as a writer in the advertising industry. Yet I found myself making centerpieces for the office every chance I got.
There came a point when I simply couldn’t deny it anymore. I am what I am: a gal who must, if she is to be happy, work with flowers. Now life gets sweeter every day!