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Home for the summer from the University of Michigan in 1930, my grandmother recorded her first date with "Mr. Smith, teacher at Whittier here OSU grad."

A Buckeye!

She married him anyway.

On one visit, probably when I was in high school, Grandma invited me into her bedroom to show me some treasures. She was organizing, getting rid of some items, a few dresses, a pair of “tennies” from the 1930’s or 40’s, probably Converse or a knock-off, black. They were on her bed, and I remember how surprised I was, how heavy they seemed when I picked them up.

She opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of letters in a plastic bag. “These are my love letters. I don’t want anyone to get their grubby hands on ‘em, so when I’m gone. Promise me you’ll take them.” I promised.

We sat side-by-side on the bedspread she'd embroidered, and she let me look through the envelopes at the stamps and dates. There was one loose card, no envelope, and I flipped it open. She nipped it out of my hands be…

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