I was sixteen when my father solemnly informed me that my great grandfather, Fenton Knowles, had died in 1890 from a town marshal's bullet not far from the Huntington, West Virginia bank he had just robbed. It took great effort on my part to disguise my delight in this revelation. Finally, a relative I could look up to.
Thornton P. Knowles
Thornton P. Knowles
Good read as usual, surprising how both our grandfathers ran with a rough n tough crew. Love your site, try to read most days. Thank you for all your words and effort. Good work!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice compliment. Thank you dear reader.
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