I met Shirley Temple on Valentine's Day in 1945. To this day, I've never forgotten it. I was in red, she was in black, and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. We didn't immediately become best friends, but every winter, my husband and I would send a Christmas card to Shirley, and she and her family would send one back, so we kept in touch that way.
She was just lovely--a very, very sweet girl. My husband always had a crush on Shirley, but he ended up with me instead. It wasn't too bad, but you have to remember, there will...
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