I received an email from one of the genealogical sites that I subscribe to, revealing that my paternal grandfather, Raymond Dellinger has been drafted for WWI. This is his draft paper.
I am not 100% sure but I don’t think that he was actually sent to war. Lucky for him as so many veterans of WWI died of battle wounds and disease. I was intrigued that he was a bank clerk in Nebraska. His older sister had married a doctor from Nebraska but the family had previously lived in Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. My grandfather was born on the Chickasaw nation in OK.
I never had the opportunity to meet this Grandpa and he died when I was a child. He was so handsome with gray eyes that I would have loved to have seen him in person. Now I know where the recessive gene for my blue gray eyes comes from. My father had brown eyes and my mum had blue.
Kerry with dark, dark blue gray eyes
As I am looking at the WWI drafts I see that 20 more relatives had been drafted into the war. I do not know how many actually fought but my great uncle Earl (grandpa’s brother) was a Marine and fought in the Battle of Managua, 1927. Then an incorrectly spelled name caught my attention, a distant cousin named Tony Ortiga (Ortega). His draft fell into a strange category of Indians, Insane and Prisoners. Well, in my family it could be all three….but what awful world categorizes those groups together? It was Folsom Prison in Tony’s case. I wonder what he did? Be careful when you open the genealogical closet because you never know what skeleton will fall out.
As I was reading this sad draft, I could hear Johnny Cash playing at Folsom prison.
‘When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry’
Somehow that is the perfect segue from my last post on trains to this one on Memorial Day.
Lest we forget. Rest in Peace.
When my husband, Teddy, sent me an email from Oklahoma with a photo of a handwritten note, I thought, ‘here we go, he has been pretending to be Sean Connery again’. The lovely server had asked him about his rings. He has a large silver and turquoise ring and a Celtic gold one. No doubt he had a few refreshments by then but showed her my photograph, explained that I was part native and that we were married for 35 years.
The silver ring was just a lucky gift when we were browsing a shop selling Native American goods in Rice Village, Houston. Some very rich guy had ordered a custom made silver and turquoise for his larger than average fingers. After trying it one, he decided he wanted something even more ostentatious. The original ring was being sold cheap until another werewolf popped in. Teddy’s has big hands but also large knuckles from arthritis that started in his 30’s. (Rather suspiciously he is growing werewolf hair on his shoulders…)
The gold ring was his 40th birthday present from me. By that stage he had two wedding rings because of the increasing knuckle size. I took those plus some of his granny’s rings to a goldsmith and chose a Celtic interwoven pattern from a book of sketches. He loved it! As time went by the knuckles became more inflamed and it didn’t fit again. About two years ago we took a chance with a local jeweler who increased it by expanding the pattern with more gold. It was fantastic!
We were not fortunate enough to spawn although we always wondered about creating some crazy mutant werewolf…🐺 He is still in Oklahoma for Father’s Day but there was a card in his suitcase signed by Toffee, our cat, Katniss and her new kitten (that’s another story), the armadillos, the possums, the skunks, the raccoons and cicadas. Teddy has been a fabulous Daddy to all our pussycats and clearly he would have made a lovely grandfather…
Love Nana Bunny
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!