Just a piece of paper that was never sent for my sixth birthday (in 1964).

My Grandmother kept all my early birthday cards in a special place in her house. Now some 44 years later, all these early cards arrived in the mail for my birthday. These cards are a treasure. I wish she wrote more -- what she did write were simple words, that meant so much. This card was signed and never sent on my 6th birthday. My grandfather died of a stroke later that summer.

Other cards, had simple words that meant so much.

"bushels of love, G ma Teno."

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Of course, we have the moki and java picture of the day! The game of day is "sneak attack"