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.
7 comments:
Congratulations Bruce! That was very noble of your father to donate his fixtures. :)
That is priceless.
I suppose the cost per letter to send made for short, sweet and often humorous correspondence.
5 years behind you Taylor...and eat your roughage.
Great keepsake and historical artifact! See you tonite pal--but am not interested in your fixtures!
Happy Birthday Young Guy!
Happy Birthday. I've never received a telegram and would probably faint if I did.
I was going to say that the apple (& fixtures) didn't fall far from the tree :)
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