While walking around the Antique Mall today
I spotted this tiny lithograph
It was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand
It was attached to a pull off calendar
January 1938
That's when my dad was born.
We grew up hearing the story about how he didn't have a birth certificate
because there was a terrible snow storm and the doctor showed up at the house in the holler
in his horse drawn buggy-delivered dad and then froze to death in the storm afterwards
I never knew that my dad was born on Tuesday
until I saw this little calendar
I'll probably go back and buy her now....