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I wasn't sure where to post this, so I started my own thread.
No human is perfect. But I never knew my Grandfather to tell a lie .... ever.
He told us a story at a family reunion once to several of his closest relatives, and it is CRAZY !
My Grandfather was a kid in the Great Depression, and was kicked out of the house at age 9 where the younger kids could eat. They figured he was old enough to scrap for his own. When he was 14, he lived with some good people that had taken him in. It was early Winter, and he was told to take the horses and a wagon 35 miles to another town, with a load of something to sell ( I forget what it was now ) ... On the second day of travel, a nasty winter storm that was completely unexpected blew in, and he found himself in trouble on the road. The temp dropped to the teens and it started snowing and blowing like crazy. He was not sure just how far he was from town, but he knew he could probably not make it. It got dark and he thought he was going to die, when he saw the lantern from a farm house off the road. He turned in and knocked on the door and an elderly couple let him put the horses in the barn, and invited him in to stay the night. They fed him what little they had, and he said they sat at the kitchen table and played cards until late. In the morning he woke to find the storm gone and clear weather, He said he left a note on the table thanking them for helping him out, and he left for town. He found the town about an hour later, and pulled in to have the wagon unloaded. He had some shopping to do for the people he lived with, and when he was in the General store he said he struck up a conversation about the storm, and about the Hendersons who had gave him a place to stay ....
The people in the store started laughing at him because they thought he was pulling a joke. Seems the Hendersons had died last year in their home when it burned mostly to the ground. He thought it was them who was messing with him, and he left upset.
When he got back an hour down the road to the Hendersons, he found the home burned to the ground along with the barn. And his note was in the ruins on the ground, along with some mostly burned playing cards.
A few years ago when he was dying, I asked him if the story was true. He was religious, and would not want to die with a lie on his lips .... And he told me " Why of course it is true boy "
No human is perfect. But I never knew my Grandfather to tell a lie .... ever.
He told us a story at a family reunion once to several of his closest relatives, and it is CRAZY !
My Grandfather was a kid in the Great Depression, and was kicked out of the house at age 9 where the younger kids could eat. They figured he was old enough to scrap for his own. When he was 14, he lived with some good people that had taken him in. It was early Winter, and he was told to take the horses and a wagon 35 miles to another town, with a load of something to sell ( I forget what it was now ) ... On the second day of travel, a nasty winter storm that was completely unexpected blew in, and he found himself in trouble on the road. The temp dropped to the teens and it started snowing and blowing like crazy. He was not sure just how far he was from town, but he knew he could probably not make it. It got dark and he thought he was going to die, when he saw the lantern from a farm house off the road. He turned in and knocked on the door and an elderly couple let him put the horses in the barn, and invited him in to stay the night. They fed him what little they had, and he said they sat at the kitchen table and played cards until late. In the morning he woke to find the storm gone and clear weather, He said he left a note on the table thanking them for helping him out, and he left for town. He found the town about an hour later, and pulled in to have the wagon unloaded. He had some shopping to do for the people he lived with, and when he was in the General store he said he struck up a conversation about the storm, and about the Hendersons who had gave him a place to stay ....
The people in the store started laughing at him because they thought he was pulling a joke. Seems the Hendersons had died last year in their home when it burned mostly to the ground. He thought it was them who was messing with him, and he left upset.
When he got back an hour down the road to the Hendersons, he found the home burned to the ground along with the barn. And his note was in the ruins on the ground, along with some mostly burned playing cards.
A few years ago when he was dying, I asked him if the story was true. He was religious, and would not want to die with a lie on his lips .... And he told me " Why of course it is true boy "
