March 2013
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DON’T SIT THIS ONE OUT!
No, he’s not my husband. Five minutes before this photo was shot, I had never laid eyes on the man. But let me explain. It all began in 1968, as I was leaving for my first high school dance. As I headed for the door, Granny called out: “Now remember, Dear, dance with EVERY boy… Read more
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