Dennis Deery

When I was growing up, my Dad was the chief of our local volunteer fire department. In 1st grade, we made a visit to the fire department, and then as grade school classes do, followed up with hand-written thank you notes. My folks saved the collection that my class donated, and recently gifted them to me. I took a little time this weekend and scanned the whole works. Sadly, I must admit, my handwriting has possibly gotten worse since 1st grade.