Dear Nancy

I found an autograph album my mother, Nancy Ambrose, received on her ninth birthday in 1940. It's silly, and made me smile, so I thought I would share some of the pages with you. I also found this photo from her birthday party and I just love the expression on my mom's face (she's the one with the big bow in her hair and wide-eyed with excitement). She was lifelong friends with some of the girls in this photo, and whose signatures are below. I find that remarkable.

My album is a garden spot

Where all my friends may sow,

Where thorns and thistles flourish not,

But flowers alone may grow.

With smiles for sunshine, tears for showers,

I'll water, watch and guard these flowers.

Source: Album Verses, J. S. Ogilvie (editor), 1884.

Nancy Ericke, 6B, Sec. 12
Happy Birthday, Feb. 17, 1940, Julie P.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I kissed a potato
and thought it was you.
Sincerely, Diane C.

Nancy for now,
Nancy for ever,
Ericke for now,
but not for ever.
Your pal Barbara Riggs
(Yours till the sea wears rubber pants to keep its buttom dry.)

When you grow up
and have two twins
don't come to me
for safety pins
Martha D.

Police Police
do your dudy
here come Nancy
the American Beauty
Love Alberta Donnelly
P.S. I like you

If you get married and have
a baby thats cross
For goodens sakes don't feed
it applesauce.
Your Pal Betty Jane Heyniger

clown! clown!
turn up side down
your the cutest girl in my town
Margaret Vose

I thought I thought in vain
 at last I thought I would write my name
Betty Ann