In my last post, I expressed gratitude for receiving – finally – the Pod. Well, here’s another document that means the world to me.
My father wrote a telegram to my grandpa Mason and grandma Grace Johnston proclaiming my birth in a New York City hospital. He invites my grandparents to visit.
What was I going through when the camera shutter snapped? My facial expressions vary from pic to pic.
Oh, by the way, it looks like Western Union screwed up the year of my birth. I was born in 1943, not 1942. Fortunately, my birth certificate confirms the correct date.
I’m old enough; I don’t want anyone to think I’m even older, right?
Aww..you were a cutie, what happened??..Only kidding, you’re a cutie now .
So cute!!!!!! And very neat!!!!
That is quite a treasure! Grossie told me how frightened she was at being a new mom and “not knowing what to do” once she arrived home. She said that Virgil arrived late to pick you both up from the hospital and that he picked up Chinese food once home. I love family stories.
Honest to God!! Your baby picture on the right looks just like you. Like, if you posted that pic on a baby picture poster, you would be guessed right away.
Great History Document. You have changed so little. I would reconize you any where.