Post Cards From My Grandpa Hixson

My Grandpa Hixson died in Salt Lake City when I was nearly 4 years old. We were living in Grace, Idaho, at the time of his death. I don't remember him but love him still the same, because of all the stories I remember hearing from my Dad. And these post cards, found after Dad passed away, has made my Grandpa real to me. He speaks of me, wishing I could stay with him, that I would be no trouble at all. My sister Judy had just been born and he was feeling bad that he and Grandma Agnes weren't able to help. Grandpa was not well and passed away on the 3rd of April, 1943.