Notes:
1. This is a letter my 4-year-old daughter received this week in the mail.
2. When my dad realized his father was making a joke about using pitch forks to get rid of "Krugers," he felt a great sense of relief. See, until then Dad had always assumed that his parents enjoyed visits from the Kruger family, because of course they tried to be polite and welcoming whenever the group popped in. Dad said it something like this, in a squeaky, mock-cheerful voice: "Oh, hi, wonderful, yes it's Sunday afternoon and we would just love to stop relaxing quietly and cook a big meal for you while your children tear our house to pieces. Oh boy."
Dad had always assumed that he alone dreaded the Kruger visits. On that day he not only figured out the grown-up joke on his own, but came into a sense of common understanding with his mom and dad.
3. "Unga" is a nickname we grandkids developed for my dad's father, Ancel.
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