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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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What a wonderful photo!
So I just enlarged the photo to get a better look, and yikes! I just noticed the deer!
Your dad still looks awesome. (My dad is a hunter too).
Hi Valerie,
Thanks! We always thought it was strange that he was wearing a tie in this photo. (A tie, for hunting?) He grew up in the back woods of Maine, this must have been around 1940.
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