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This post card is from my dad. I received it at summer camp when I was about nine years old. This particular summer, my dad went on a fishing trip to Canada the same week I went to camp. I think this is the only mail that I ever got from my dad. Being very much a Daddy’s girl, this is one of the very few things that I have kept from my childhood. But after finding this many years later, I realized many things about the postcard, that as a child I had not. This card was from my father, but was written in my mother’s handwriting. It also was not mailed from Canada but was from the post office from which my mother worked. Even as an adult, I was a little disappointed, but it still is special to me.