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: