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Happy St. Partick's Day! Today I get to celebrate my Irish heritage, although I don't know enough about it yet. I also get to celebrate my birthday. Forty seven years ago my mother gave birth to her fourth and last child. Daddy promised Moma a dozen roses if I was a boy and a new sewing machine if I was a girl. It seems strange to me how roses could compare to a new sewing machine but I guess in 1963 roses were not a common thing. With three daughters at home, Moma said Daddy really wanted a son, but after hearing what they were going to name me I am glad I was a girl! I don't think I look at all like an Edward Spencer. :)

Diane