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Meyer's Dedication of the Stories

May 1982

Dear Peter Alexander, my Grandson,

At the time of this writing, you're only eighteen months old. I've had the good fortune to see you born and the great pleasure to love and cradle you and marvel at the miracle that you are. But, you won't know me unless I tell you a little about myself.

It's only natural for us to see grandparents as old people, if we get to see them at all. But, I was a little boy also. Eventually, time made me an old man, and that is as it should be. This, then, is the reason I am recording my memories.

I try to visualize your world, dear Peter, but I know that's not possible. I hope that yours will be more intelligent, moral and stable. Ours was insane!

I wish that my grandparents would have left me a word-picture of their younger years. Regrettably, they seldom do. I did.

When you have grandchildren of your own someday, and I hope you do, you'll know how much I adored you.

I wish you a long, productive and meaningful life, dear Peter.

Your Grandfather,
Meyer (Signature)