My father was born in a little town in Idaho.
He was so small that he was kept -in-near-on- the oven.
He was the first and only child. His mother died when he was 8 so his father raised him.
He grew up on a farm.
He walked to the bus up-hill both ways in the snow.
He wore overalls --- everyday.
He used an outhouse.
And he made it. Happy Birthday!
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