My friend Bert gave me an old scrapbook put together by a woman who was a teacher. The book's pages crumble beneath your fingers. In fact you hold your breath when looking at it because even a slight movement makes it crumble even more.
Inside there are birth announcements, school programs, greeting cards, and all wonders of ephemera that at one point were important to this woman. So I really can't explain why the following were floating freely stuck between two pages. What was Mrs. Lawton's connection to Donald R. Hainey? I doubt we'll ever know.