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The Life of An Ordinary Man

The Autobiography of Harold Cunningham

Copyright© 2011 Harold Cunningham

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To Jake…. my Grandson

I’m writing this journal Jake, so that you will have somewhat of a short history of your Grandpa Harold’s life. I may not be here to answer your questions if you have any by the time you get old enough to inquire about the people, places, and things that may become important to you.

So here we go……

I first saw you when you were approximately one hour old. You had not even been weighed yet. I fell in love with you right that minute. I had my old baseball cap on; and I bent my head over so that the tip of the bill touched your forehead. From that time on you and I have always played a game with my cap. I’m sure that bonded us together forever.

I may not be your real grandpa, but I bet no grandpa loves their grandbaby anymore that I love you. At this time I don’t have any other grandbabies, and I’m 70 years old. This date today is August 5, 1997. No one will be able to tell you about where and how I was raised as a little boy like you.

Well, I was born in Archer City, Texas on the 2nd of July, 1927. My mom and dad moved to Houston, Texas where my mother gave birth to my sister Mildred. I also had an older sister named Ruth and an older brother named Olan.

My dad gave me an old fifty cent piece when I was born. I still have it. I also gave you a Susan B. Anthony Silver Dollar, and an old railroad type of watch so that you to will have something of mine to see, and through this, you and I will always be connected.

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