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Post by Betsy Warren on Jul 22, 2008 19:01:05 GMT -6
I remember my Uncle Don as being very quiet and laid back, but also very loving and gentle. He had battled cancer all my life; all of my memories of him involve his poor scarred up nose, and in later years, no nose at all. He never seemed to let it get him down, which took courage.
Don was the fiddle player of the family, and when he and Marge would come to Nebraska almost every gathering would include inpromptu music with the Hird brothers playing fiddle, guitar, bass, and singing.
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