Blast From The Crazy Past- My Great-Great-Great Granddad was a Policeman!

I had the most interesting conversation with my great-granddad in 2005. I wrote down the conversation it was so interesting to me. Here is our conversation:

Granddad: My father's birthday was yesterday.

Me: How old was your father when he passed away?

Granddad: He was almost eighty.

Me: Wow! What did your father do for a living?

Granddad: My father, he was a banker. Back before they had these computers and adding machines. He could figure really hard sums in his head faster than us kids. We would be sitting around the dinner table doing our homework. We would throw out 5-6 digit numbers to him, at least 10 of them. We would work as fast as we could to do them on paper and he always beat us, figuring it out in his head. He was never wrong either.Then when the adding machines came in, they would have races in the back room of the bank. He always won. I have never met anyone who could add like he could.


Me: That's really cool! What did your father's father, your grandfather do for a living?

Granddad: My grandpa, he was a big man, like me. My father was not very big. But my grandpa was a large man. He was a policeman. He didn't have to use a gun either. Just a billy club. No one messed with him.

Me: Were was he a policeman at?

Granddad: In California. Whitticker, California. A suburb of LA.

 I didn't even know there were any bankers and policeman in the family!

Till next time...

Have a blessed day and embrace the craziness in your life!

Heidi