Three quarters of a century ago, in Stanley, North Dakota, my father sent this telegram* to his brother in San Francisco.
And so his namesake, Franklin Bruce Taylor, arrived on the planet.
Me.
75 years ago today!
People ask me where I got my weird sense of humor.
I think I got it from my father, along with his fixtures.
* - A telegram was something that was used to send messages while we all waited for email to be invented.
Congratulations Bruce! That was very noble of your father to donate his fixtures. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is priceless.
ReplyDeleteI suppose the cost per letter to send made for short, sweet and often humorous correspondence.
5 years behind you Taylor...and eat your roughage.
ReplyDeleteGreat keepsake and historical artifact! See you tonite pal--but am not interested in your fixtures!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Young Guy!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday. I've never received a telegram and would probably faint if I did.
ReplyDeleteI was going to say that the apple (& fixtures) didn't fall far from the tree :)
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