Death can be a traumatic time, but as my genealogy research, as shown, it can also move a little smile. I am sure you will think I'm smiling for my ancestors terrible accident, but perhaps you will think that these stories are interesting.
Take for example my great-great-grandfather, John Wiley Kidd, who died at the age of 72 years. No peaceful death-while-sleeping for him. No, my ancestor was hit by a truck while Jaywalking in 1933. Ironically, he was struck while leavingCourt, where he was for a ticket for Jaywalking get reported earlier this month. I think he does not learn to cross at the corners.
Sometimes death is soon to come. My mother's father lost his father when he was just shy of ten years. My great-grandfather broke while working in a field and was carried to hospital by his family. While there, he woke up, screamed: "They're after me!" in a violent rampage. He destroyed a large portion of hospital equipment and could berestrained. Apparently he met with "a colored employees of the hospital," which earned him a fatal head injury, which his skull fractured and the brain tissue inside. Scuttlebutt in my family is that he was hit with a mop handle, but then again, they thought that the assailant was leaning on my great-grandfather and afraid of him, then struck and killed him. Either way, he gathered for a short time, then he died. He was a few months before his 32nd Birthday, and left with my great-grandmotherthree children.
Now the story in a way that is rather frightening and makes me wonder about my family history. Because some of his children and grandchildren struggle with heart problems is to assume the family that he collapsed due to heart problems. Personally, I hope for simple heat stroke, otherwise the cries of "they're after me!" could mean mental problems. Then again, I've noticed my mother acting a little odd ....
Not quite funny, but reallytragic was the death of my grandfather's parents when he was 15. For years, his mother was struggling with an illness and was bedridden. I am sure that my great-grandfather, Styrle Taylor Sr., expects to lose his mother. However, surprisingly, his father died from an accident at the mill when he flew in the possession of a saw blade and cut him in the legs less than a week before Christmas 1914th Less than three weeks later, young Styrle lost his mother as well. I can only imagine howhe must heartbroken at the sudden loss was twofold.
Death can be cruel, but he has put his twisted sense of humor to demonstrate than once in my family. I often wonder what other gems can be found in the obituaries. I think I go looking for something else now.
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