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I've enjoyed Good Old Days for a number of years.

Back in Apr. 2008, I placed a want ad to attempt to find my nephew, whom i had never seen. His father, my brother, had passed away in 1983 and my nephew was born in 1982 in California.

I got a couple of "nibbles," as my late father would of said, but that was it. I didn't think that I would ever find him. Then last week I was sitting in the living room enjoying my great niece and I recieved a phone call from a lady asking me if i was still trying to find my nephew. She had my nephew on Facebook. She hung up with me and and within 5 min. I got a call from him. I just wanted you to know what a wonderful job you do.

The lady who helped takes old Good Old Days magazines to a nursing home and she reads the stories and tries to help people find their missing loved ones.

My thanks go to Good Old Days and all your staff. I am sending all my copies of Good Old Days, after i read them, to the nursing home. My late father recieved your magazine for years, he loved them and so do I!! God bless.

Reading Freda McCoy's interesting letter about washtubs in the June/July issue caused my mind to wander as it did for her. My family also had considerable experience with tubs as well, and ours wasn't exactly fun.

In the late thirties, and in the heart of the great depression, my parents, two brothers and I lived in a small wooden house with no electricity, no plumbing and one wood burning fireplace.

There was a fairly deep well adjoining the back porch. So, it was fairly difficult for this 8 year old to draw enough water to fill over half of a no. 2 washtub, and then fill a tub that we called a "foot tub" which Mama would put on the wood burning stove and bring it to a rolling boil. Then she would pour that into the no. 2 tub.

So, taking a bath wasn't much fun for this scrawny 8 year old. But, through it all - and looking back - I'm glad I had to work so hard just for a bath. It now means so much to me because this, and other similar circumstances, make me fondly remember those Good Old Days.

Recently my husband and I bought my childhood home and my parents built a smaller home next to us. Right up the street is my Grandma Lucy's former home. I miss her more every day. Every Valentine's Day a song runs through my head my children wrote for her and I wish so much I could run up to Gram's house and see her smiling face and listen to her stories of better days!

Anyway, I say all this so you will understand my joy as I share what happened today. You see, I always gave my Grandma Lucy a subscription to your magazine. She loved it as do I!! Today I was unpacking boxes and missing her when to my astonishment I found not only one of your magazines, but the Valentine's Day issue from 2003...her last year with us! my heart soared. It is as if a piece of her it with me. As I re-read this issue and think of her, I have to thank you for your wonderful magazine...the gift that keeps on giving! Thank you for all the joy your magazine brought to her, and for the wonderful surprise it brought to me today.

Ironically, also in this issue is a picture of two strollers, the exact same kind my father had as a baby, which my grandmother passed down to me. I have no grandparents left alive anymore, and as I read your Looking Back section, you made me feel like a grandchild again! Thank you!

A neighbor family two doors down from me began sharing their Good Old Days & Looking Back magazines with me just a few months ago and I am so very impressed with both of y'alls magazines. My hat is off to all of you there who work tirelessly in putting together extremely well organized and touching material for both subscribers and us "freeloaders" who acquire the magazines extraneously.

This truly is the best magazine I have ever read! It is filled with heart warming stories that take me back to a time that I miss.

I came from a family of 8 children. What I remember most is how everyone greeted each other on the street even if you didn't know each other you would say hello and how are you.

Christmas was my favorite time of year. We had Cristmas carolers that came to the door and sang for us, mom would give them cookies. We didn't have a lot of money but we didn't seem to care. Everyone would wish each other Merry Christmas as you passed each other on the street, it did not matter if you new each other or not.

Oh how I miss those days! Thank you Good Old Days for the memories and for a chance to read the best magazine ever. Being able to share in the memories of others gives me such a warm feeling.

I have been receiving Good Old Days for over two decades and love it.

Love Good old Days magazine. Keep up the good work.

I love Good Old Days.