This man’s only daughter passed away last week.
She would have been 88 on the 4th of July. Her little brother is still alive and shockingly youthful and fit for an 82 yr old.
Grandpa on a 1918 Indian (so far as I’ve been able to deduce by vigorous study) was an actual wetback. He jumped ship in Vancouver harbor and swam ashore abandoning the Royal Navy or Merchant-marine mid-passage. Official Papers state he “went missing.”
By trade he was a paperhanger and painter – so maybe my years spent in the Theater Arts as a painter and scenic artist comes genetically, and that whole thing with motorcycles – it got an early start. His boat/navy thing may also account for his son’s time spent at Annapolis (instead of West Point).
Anyhow, Godspeed Auntie Sue…a chapter is closing.
There are only a few who share the family name remaining in existence – it didn’t make the transition from Albion to these shores with much genetic tenacity, not like all the Smiths, Carpenters, Bakers, and Johnsons – and everyone else who’s names so generously filled 19th Century shipboard manifests.