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I Recognize Daddys Penmanship

I recognized the hand immediately Daddy never used cursive He dropped out of school in eighth grade. He always printed. Maybe he forgot cursive? His blocky dark blue letters were put painstakingly onto a page. He wrote his memoirs more than once. Having Alzheimer’s in the end, he forgot what he had already written. The pages are a bit faded now, but the penmanship is Daddy’s. He is braggadocio about the southside gang. His pals and he.shooting rats in the city dump and chasing cats their exploits captured for anyone who chooses to read about them. My twin sister and I are probably the only two who ever will. I doubt our children will be interested. They never have been. They haven’t even read my exploits. Which I write daily. I begin to read, recognizing most of the words. As I have read this notebook many times since his death in 2014.

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