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<blockquote data-quote="Ouachita" data-source="post: 1777714" data-attributes="member: 16802"><p>My paternal grandad was the seventeenth of twenty siblings. He was 96 when he died in 2010. His Dad was born 1860 in Dakota Territory, then moved on to Santa Fe, NM after the blizzard of '88.</p><p>They moved here to Arkansas sometime during the first decade of the 20th Century and took up farming; watching cows eat and poop.</p><p></p><p>I never met him, my great grandad. He was buried here in 1936 after 76 years on this spinning ball of dirt, and two women. He had 10 kids with the first. She died, then he remarried at age 50 and had 10 more. Buckskin rubbers didn't work well.</p><p></p><p>Somewhere in the woodpile there is a fella named Herman. He was a young child when the family entered the country at Galveston in 1859. Herman was kidnapped by the Apache and used as barter between the native people. He cycled a time or three between brands, ended up being a circus freak eating calf hearts in front of a live audience.</p><p></p><p>That's my story and I'm sticking to it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ouachita, post: 1777714, member: 16802"] My paternal grandad was the seventeenth of twenty siblings. He was 96 when he died in 2010. His Dad was born 1860 in Dakota Territory, then moved on to Santa Fe, NM after the blizzard of ‘88. They moved here to Arkansas sometime during the first decade of the 20th Century and took up farming; watching cows eat and poop. I never met him, my great grandad. He was buried here in 1936 after 76 years on this spinning ball of dirt, and two women. He had 10 kids with the first. She died, then he remarried at age 50 and had 10 more. Buckskin rubbers didn’t work well. Somewhere in the woodpile there is a fella named Herman. He was a young child when the family entered the country at Galveston in 1859. Herman was kidnapped by the Apache and used as barter between the native people. He cycled a time or three between brands, ended up being a circus freak eating calf hearts in front of a live audience. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. [/QUOTE]
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