March 24, 2006 at 2:27 pm
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Back in the 1920s there was a little boy born in Wyoming. His father was recent immigrant from Sweden and his mother was from Idaho. They named him Burt. I loved to hear about my grandfather when he was a kid. My great-grandma used to tell us about all the trouble he could get himself into.
(Burt in Idaho) Burt grew up to attend KU, where he met a girl, Mary Frances. Burt & Mary Frances were married in the early 1940s and had two daughters, my mom and Aunt Nan.When I was a kid, Grandpa would videotape nearly every dance performance my sister and I gave at home and dance recitals. There is also the famous lemonade stand videos.Several years ago, he started signing his emails G-pa, so we started calling him G-pa. He gave the best speech at our wedding rehearsal and our wedding reception. He’s been the greatest G-pa any girl could ever ask for.
Happy Birthday, G-pa!
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aj said,
March 24, 2006 @ 8:34 pm
I can’t believe you have a G’pa. I had a G’pa too! Happy birthday to yours, I miss mine like crazy.