Lee (Leona) Andres - Mae Rolls
Married December 24, 1894
Son: Wilbert (Bill) Holmes Andres - Esther Myrtle Chapin
Married December 21, 1929
Daughter: Idella Mae Andres - Jack Jones Edwards
Married March 3, 1960
Son: Bruce Douglas Edwards - Mary Kathryn Combs
Married August 6, 1983
Son: Benjamin Douglas Edwards
Son: Bradley David Edwards
Lee and Mae (Rolls) are Ben and Brad’s great-great grandparents. Mae Rolls was the sister of Charles J. Rolls, the original developer of the Rolls-Royce automobiles.
So why am I driving a Chevy?
(By the way, Grandma Esther is still living with Mom and Dad in Marion, IL and will be 100 years old in April.)
Other than my obvious claim to fame as the Prognosticator of Prognosticators, I have also had my portrait drawn by the fabulous Podzol. Not everyone can claim that.
I do remember dad telling us the excape story, we always had a tile with an image of the Loevestein castle in our home (this from Wiki):
Grotius was sentenced to life imprisonment in Loevestein castle.
In 1621, with the help of his wife and maidservant, Grotius managed to escape the castle in a book chest and fled to Paris. In the Netherlands today, he is mainly famous for this daring escape. Both the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam and the museum Het Prinsenhof in Delft claim to have the original book chest in their collection.
An amazing likeness, Phil. Congrats on a well-placed accolade!
By the way, you up and about this morning? I hear you tend to sleep in on February 2 while the world awaits your great prognostication. Hope all is well down in the burrow.
Only because I couldn’t finish the one you gave me. That T.K. is good bubbly! I couldn’t keep the boys focused on their freestyle routines. They only wanted to hang with the Harp.
Like many others, this thread had such potential before degenerating into more mindless JC chatter. How about just the tiniest attempt to get back on topic people?
When I was about 5 years old, my parents took me to their country club where Bob Hope was visiting as part of a celebrity fundraiser for some charity. I was in my Batman (as played by Adam West) costume, which of course made me too cool to shake Bob Hope’s hand when directly presented with the opportunity. Hope muttered something about “he must be a Crosby fan” before quickly seeking out some other hands to shake that might not be parents of such a rude child.
That was a story my parents loved to tell their entire lives.
I have another claim to fame with Alice Cooper, but that perhaps belongs in the Irony thread.
What do you expect from us idiots, prolific posts positing the philosophical and political propositions of each thread title, punctuated with poetry in iambic pentameter?
My two “claims to fame” are:
My uncle, who was a beat poet in the fifties and sixties. He was friends with lots of the poets who became famous such as Ginsberg, Brautigan, Snyder and Kerouac. He had a printing press and actually published Brautigan’s first book, The Galilee Hictchhiker. Unfortunately he dies from his heroin addiction in his thirties and I was never able to meet him.
I told Native American stories around my fire circle last summer to Chuck Norris , his wife and his kids Lakota and Danny Lyn for their birthday. His Brother Arron and his wife were there too. They’re pretty famous. They’re all really cool, well grounded people.
