Just wrote a story about my Grandma going south on a snake, and mentioned my Grandpa.. It's late but i want to share this.. Have some mixed feelings as i don't think my Dad would be happy about it, i think he should be, as it caused Dad to be the man he was..
William Dudley Edwards.. 1885 to 1948.. Father of seven.. lost a child in the big influenza outbreak of 1919..same year my Dad was born.. worked for the SF railroad from 05 till 34.. Killed a man in NM.. This was one of a couple of things that Pop was ashamed of.. Brother and i didn't know about this till our Uncle Bob the retired A/F Master Sergeant talked about it at a family reunion back in Illinois.. The rest of the brothers and sisters were alive and confirmed the story.. Seems a young Mexican lad was a bit to keen on the youngest sister.. this was big time taboo to talk about so no idea if this was rape or if the kid even did anything wrong.. what is known is Grandpa carried all his life.. a "rod" was in his pants pocket at all times.. Grandma cut out an opening in the pocket for the bbl to go thru and Grandpa carried..period. No idea what it was, as this was something that bothered my Dad a lot, i (in NO way) want to glamorize the story.. All i know is the Railroad packed up the Edwards family in 1934 and shipped them to St Louis.. WD was fired from his job, and i don't think he ever held a real job again..
Dad, like all the kids, was born in a small town (Santa Rosa NM i can't find it, but have dads old us visas) that marked SF's march thru the west, Grandpa actually did the spur that runs from flag to the grand canyon.. Pop tells stories of the foremen having deeds to the right of way...guess SF used them as incentives.. Dad says he remembers poker games with dozens of these deeds being played for. The kids were educated in a box car that SF moved with the camp.. Dad spoke some Spanish, but remembers speaking it fluently as a kid, cause most of the labors were Hispanic. These were hard times, and Dad made it clear that he was never all that proud of this period of time.. the Edwards family moved from St Louis to Peoria in 36.. Dad lied about his age and started the one job he had for the next 50 years.. Grandpa did all sorts of things from this time till the end of the war.. I can tell you that here again Dad would NOT talk about them, and the only time i ever saw Pop mad at his younger brother (our Uncle Bob) was when Bob would start telling stories.. Dad wanted them to go away.. William Dudley passed away a month before i was born in May of 48.. so i never knew him.. Brother Gary has some great memories.. number one his ability to fart any time one of the kids pulled a finger.. Some how i can just see my Pop being "less" than pleased with this whole thing..
One foot note to this.. i found an old Snap on open end wrench marked with Dads initials WPE.. and one with WDE on it that has one end broken (prophetic huh).. going to put them together and make a cross out of them.. End of story guys.. it's quarter till two and time for bed..
a man has to hold his word, hold his beliefs, and hold a good sight picture.
4 years 48 weeks ago, 2:52 AM