March 9, 1931-from Al

From the man who hardly ever spoke, comes an outpouring of love that seems uncharacteristic. When I was growing up, 40+ years after this letter was written, I remember my grandfather sitting at the kitchen table and he would greet us the same way every time saying “well, well Jenny”. He was a man of few words when I knew him, but the beloved backbone of the family.

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