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Greetings -
I am attaching two photos, one of me in my coonskin cap, which is not dated but must have been taken around 1955 as I look to be about four years old.
The other is with my brother, dressed as cowboys, probably taken around the same time. I was a tomboy and refused to wear dresses.
In addition to the photo, I have a Fess Parker story:
During winter vacation, 1960/61, when I was nine years old, my mother and I were traveling by train between San Francisco and Los Angeles. I was in my seat and my mother said, "Look, Greta, there goes Fess Parker!" I asked, "Who's that?"
She answered, "Davy Crockett." So I grabbed my little box and followed him through several cars, until he reached his seat. At that point, I approached him and asked for an autograph. He said he'd be glad to sign an autograph, and wanted to borrow my "purse" to write on.
I told him it wasn't a purse, it was a travel case for my turtles. I think I had six little turtles, and I introduced him to each of them. They were all named for explorers to the New World.
The autograph he signed was dedicated to one of my turtles. I kept that autograph for many years, but alas, it disappeared along with my high school yearbook.
I would love to visit your winery someday. I, too, live in the wine country, but it's the one in Sonoma County.
Best wishes, Greta Sanders Dorfman
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