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Greeting cards from yesteryear

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Among Mom’s things are many greeting cards. I am tossing most of them, but there are a few that have caught my eye because they remind me of the past.

“Happy Birthday”

Here’s a birthday greeting. I don’t know who the card was for, nor do I recognize the names of the people who sent it (although I think it may be my Grandma Patrick’s niece). I suppose the quotes around Happy Birthday mean the sender is saying it.

Green greeting card with rural scene and Happy Birthday written at the top
Front
continuation of drawing from front and greeting
You’re far away, but every day brings special thoughts of you, of happy times we used to have and things we used to do, so, with this “Happy Birthday” go good wishes from the heart of one who thinks a lot of you although we’re far apart. From Walter, Evajeanne, and Christine Anne.

Happy Birthday Father

This was sent to my Grandpa Patrick from one of his daughters and her husband. This one I am sending to their daughter.

I like how the older cards often included a drawing on the inside left

Illustration of a messy bookshelf
Happy Birthday Father
Illustration of a few books on a shelf along with a bowl
Just remembering, Dad, what a lot you have done to smooth out the bumps that occur one by one and expressing a wish when your birthday is nigh just the best of the best for a regular guy! Love, Verne and Norma

A gift from Home Savings and Loan

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In 1963, shortly after my brother was born, my parents received a gift from their local savings and loan. Now, what would a young mother and father need that a savings and loan would offer? Money? A new bank account for the baby?

The drawing on the card is lovely (apparently drawn by Maud Tousey Fangel according to Google’s Goggles app).

Baby sleeping

What could be inside this card? The greeting gives nothing away.

Greetings to the baby

What about the rest of the card? What could it be? Maybe a bib?  Maybe a gift certificate?

Nope. The card tells us nothing about what was inside it. Never fear — the contents were still intact. I guess Mom and Dad didn’t need to make very many copies that year.

Carbons

Of course. Carbons. This was back in the days before every home contained a copier. When Xerox machines were rare. When things needed to be in triplicate.

 

Old Corduroy Jacket

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At some time in my distant past I inherited a light brown corduroy jacket from my dad. I remember him wearing it, but don’t know why I ended up with it. I may have been a teenager. I may have worn it when I first got it, but I never threw it away.

Dad wearing the coat
Dad, Kevin and me in Chetek.

A few years ago I found the jacket in a box of stuff in our attic kneewall. I pulled it out to see if Clare wanted it. She didn’t. It’s been sitting around for a number of years, sometimes in the closet, sometimes in a box, occasionally on the coat rack in my bedroom.

A few months ago I debated throwing it away, so I tried it on. It felt like a hug from my dad. No way was I getting rid of that. It is very worn, has rust stains and is fraying at one wrist. But it is soft and warm. These days it hangs on the back of my work chair and when I get chilly in my office attic I sometimes put the jacket on. For the first few seconds I can feel my father’s presence.

The coat now
The coat