So...I don't remember if today's "Story for Another Day" is part 1 or 2. But it comes from my Memorial Day post from 2010, so long overdue.
My great-grandfather John Salter came from Liverpool. We don't know much about his life in England, except that he served in the military. We also know that he had a wife, and, from what we understand, children. We know that he and his brother came to the US in the late 1800's to find their way in this fledgling country. We know nothing about his brother after that point. We know that our great-grandfather went back to Liverpool, as he had found a place to settle. He went back to bring his wife and family here. From our understanding, she wanted nothing to do with coming here.
So my great-grandfather
stayed in Liverpool with his wife and children and lived happily ever after left his family, came back to this country, married my great-grandmother, had 7 more children that we know of. Four grew to old age - my grandfather, John Kenneth Salter, his brother, Warren, and sisters Ruth and Ena (who we always knew as Auntie). Three children did not live past early childhood. Louis and Earl died fairly young. My grandfather was born a twin; his twin sister was stillborn, and my grandfather weighed less than 3 pounds - in 1896 - before neonatal units. Always wondered what a female version of my grandfather would have looked like. Always marveled at how close I came to not being here - if my grandfather had been stillborn, or if he, like two of his brothers, had not survived infancy...
But I digress. I am the great-granddaughter of a rogue and scoundrel. There. I said it.
