Ancestry/Genealogy

1 finger on the other. He died the year before I was born so I never knew that and no one had spoken of it. I felt doubly bad for him, not only because that had to hurt! but also because he was a musician - a local band leader and music teacher (among other things - he was also a farmer and rural letter carrier). I knew he played the clarinet, trumpet, sax, french horn, and piano, but now I know why he took up the trombone... it's probably the only instrument left that he could play. By all accounts, he was good at all of them. He was sort of like a local Glenn Miller, by all reports he was somebody who everybody loved.

I'm sure it was a farming accident of some kind, or several of them.

Anyway, that wasn't as dull and predictable as I expected a short little form to be.


edit: Oh, and yes he was well into his 40's when WW2 started. I was really surprised that he had to register.