I missed posting this on my grandfather's birthday - June 6. That would make him 147 in this year when his daughter (my mother) will celebrate her 99th birthday. She's his only surviving offspring, along with seven grandchildren and I'm not going to be able count the great-grandchildren on my fingers.
He shared this story of his birth in his Golly column written in 1964:
"The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled over the backwoods and hills in a humble home in West Union Township, Steuben County, New York, on June 6, so many years ago that no one now living can remember the exact year.
Such was Nature's celebration as Golly entered the world, according to his mother's version of the event.
The year was 1875.
The old house is gone. The owners of the farm have changed several times. The spring, down over the hill, is still gushing forth. clear cold sparkling water.
Golly was only two years old when his family moved from the Barker farm but remembers several incidents that occurred, such as breaking an ancient egg, left as a nest egg, and smearing himself with the smelly contents."
And while I'm on the subject of his birthday, read about how he celebrated his 93rd.
"Well, Golly had a birthday. it was his 93rd. It was Thursday, June 6. He had not talked about it but hully gee, a lot of friends remembered 'that famous day and year.'
There was a lull in the activities at the Enterprise office and shop while the dozen or more employees enjoyed a beautiful birthday cake that appeared. It was just as delicious as it was beautiful. Some cakes are beautiful period.
Greeting cards, a flock of them, from one coast to the other and each brought most pleasing memories. We wish we could say thanks to each one personally."
