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Thursday night.
8:40

Dear Mona and all.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing for he shall not be disappointed.
Ask and ye shall receive.
I've wanted a nice warm comfort just like the one you sent me and I want to thank you all a lot.
The gift that is given with the giver is fair but the gift without the giver is bare,
Thou shalt love the Lord thy god with all thy heart + with all they soul + with all thy strength + with all thy mind; + thy neighbour as they self.  Luke 10-27.   






That's my sentiments and thin(e) too.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord and he delighteth in his way.
Though he fall he shall not be utterly cast down, for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.  Psalm 37:23-24
Thanks for the nice present + god bless you.

Sincerely

Mack. 

I enjoy a well written thank you note like anyone else.  I like to put a little thought in mine, too.  Mona was my maternal grandmother, and as I remember, a pretty neat lady.  She was, I think it is safe to say, all three of us boys favorite.  I have no idea who Mack was but he seems like a real downer to me.  Doesn't sound like he would have gone to Blackie's with us.  Hard to say what he would have said about the Blythe Boys, but the Bible has lots of places to start.  I'm thinking damnation and Hellfire, for example.  

Please, if I send any thank you's with scripture and chapter and verse, please send interventionists and a case of Miller Lite.  

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