Uncle Sidney was my mother’s baby brother, the youngest of six. He was a generous man with a great sense of humor.
In an attic eave tucked in a box with a bunch of old pictures, I found a letter Uncle Sidney wrote to me when I was born Judy Fay Faskow. It was very sweet. Not surprising. But what struck me today was seeing a letter written on a manual typewriter. Errors were not corrected. Spellcheck didn’t exist. Here it is: