The New York Age, April 11, 1936
Just returned from traveling and am still in the throes of the post-vacation dig out, so I’ll just let my father’s words speak for themselves. One item was written the week before Easter in 1936. Not sure what that last word is, but you’ll get his point. Don’t shop where they won’t hire you.
The second item was published a week later, the day before Easter Sunday, which fell on April 19 in 1936.
The New York Age, April 18, 1936
Happy Easter to all
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So meaningful on this day. It’s always about the way we treat one another. Love, Yvonne
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