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Little wonder I'm so weird. It's genetic, totally out of my control. In going through that box of old letters and miscellany from when I was a kid spending summers in the boondocks , I ran across a card sent for my seventeenth birthday from my great-grandmother with also an enclosed letter (the Gran B of my earlier post .) The card was cool. The letter though is somewhat disturbing now that I look back on it, considering that it was intended as part of wishing me a happy birthday. I loved my Granny Bolian , born in 1894 and this was from 1979 so she was old already, but still. The message written inside the card, very nice: "Here's to my dear great grandson with lots of love and the very best of everything for many more birthdays! Have a nice day, from Granny Bolian" . Okay, moving on then to reading the birthday letter tucked inside: "Hi to all! Hi Douglas! How are you? Hope you are fine. I'm no good as usual, and can't hardly write, just hope you c...

I found a stack of old letters today from my teen years when I would always spend summers in the country with Granny and Grandpa (and then just Granny after Grandpa died.) I've been reading them for awhile now, I'm so glad I kept them! Grabbed one at random here, from the summer of 1979. Feel free to click the back button now, I will understand. No hard feelings. This one is mostly only for me anyway, just reminiscing. Sunday night, July 8, 1979 Dear Mom and Dad, Well, let's see. Friday it was cool and dreary and just like Thursday. We did two loads of laundry and let most dry upstairs or in the pumphouse. Verna came in the afternoon and brought some green beans and new potatoes from their garden. She stayed a total of THREE hours. Jake was fishing at the pond on Barney's because he said he would like to fish there without Barney bothering him. Ha. Barney and Anne were gone for Anne to have the skin cancer taken from her forehead. Late evening me and Gran went up to Hi...