W. H. And Me

Six children from his first wife, and 11 from his second; numbers that also represented the date of my Great-Grandfather’s birth.  I was born several decades later, to the day, and the similarities don’t stop there.

Early in his life W.H.H.H. (the number of “H’s” in his name has been a constant source of dispute between my Mother and an older brother.  Apparently, my uncle thinks “W” exceeded his entitlement of this particular consonant) homesteaded several acres in the Midwest and was instrumental in bringing electricity to the county.

By age 23 I could open a package of Chips Deluxe cookies, virtually unassisted.

Coincidence?

A progressive sort, he was also the first to establish phone lines in the area, and with a few cranks on the ringer Grandma could catch up with the latest party line gossip without having to hitch up Old Blossom.

I have a telephone!

W. H .H. H. H. H. (sorry, got carried away) was an influential and well-to-do gentleman who founded the local bank, became its first president, and fostered good will throughout the community…

I have a telephone!

Freaky, huh?

I guess truth really is stranger than fiction.


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