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I have really mixed feelings about posting this, but if nothing else it shows briefly
a connection between generations in our family.
Ten years ago my Dad passed away. He was 94, raised on a small Kentucky tenant farm,
did not graduate high school, hitchhiked to Detroit during the Depression,
took correspondence courses to become an electrician, and worked for General Motors.
Then last year my daughter told me that over the years he had been writing letters to her.
I knew nothing about it, and was really surprised that he had never mentioned that he was writing to her.
Yesterday, Rachael came across those letters. She sent me a copy of one.
It was truly touching for me because it sounded just like my Dad as I remember him as an adult.
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