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"Happy Birthday"

Judith Gail Richards
Born October 14, 1943
Leon Fremont Richards & Vernelle Gailey
Nazareth Hospital
Mineral Wells, Palo Pinto County, Texas

Scrapbooking Elements by Kubivet


S. Lincecum said…
Beautiful scrapping! And a Happy, Happy Birthday to you!
BeNotForgot said…
Happy Birthday, Judy -- you are doing a beautiful job on your digi-scrapping! {birthday hugs} V.
Thanks so very much, Stephanie! It's been a good day. Spent a good bit of it digi-scrapping!

V! ~ my digi-scrapping still does not hold a candle to yours, but you've inspired me. Thanks for the birthday wishes!
This is great! Thanks for sharing! I really need to rethink my priorities! Happy Birthday to you!
Greta Koehl said…
Happy birthday, Judy! I have to try something like this for my kids (one of them is also an October birthday).
Maggie said…
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Janice Tracy said…
Happy Birthday, Judy! Your birthday scrapbook pages are are one of the most resourceful and talented people I know!
Thanks so much, Cheryl, Greta, and Janice! Sometimes I go off in so many different directions I can't seem to finish anything! Your comments about my scrapbooking pages are very much appreciated!

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