Sometimes I think I sold my Father short. I really did not give them much time or thought during my 20's and 30's. This letter was written to me when I was a director of the winter program at Camp Trinity. The date is Feb. 15, 1963, and is sent from Azusa. One of the things my father suggests is that during the next summer I come down and stay with him and take one of his 8-unit classes. He asssures me I could make an "A" with very little effort. Actually, my second wife, Linda, me and my brother, Larry, all took the class and in fact got "A's." We all called ourselves by the last name Bruce, so nobody in the class knew were were related to the professor. On the last day of class, Dad took everybody out to a restuarant where we announced the fact that we were in fact related. People couldn't believe it.
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I think you got most ot the facts right except I do not remember Linda taking the class. I remember it was Karen. Also, the last name we used was "Johns".
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