It's been years since I took the trouble to send out Christmas cards. No longer does it even cross my mind, except when I receive one and remember what a pleasure it is to receive a personal note in the mail.
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| This came from Holly, whose wee babe I looked after, near Edmonton, 1989-90. |
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| This is a postcard from Maggie in Ontario. We were Katimavikers together in 1978-79. Our group was in Kedgwick, New Brunswick; Carlyle, Saskatchewan; and Gold Bridge, British Columbia. Those were the days. |
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| And this from the Parkinson's Society; no personal note, of course, but a pastoral scene. |
