This is my great grandpa Oliver Granger Williams.

I don't really remember him that well. I do remember his house and his raspberry bushes (which has now been turned into a grocery store parking lot.)
I remember his girlfriend Pearl and going to his house after he died.
I remember his girlfriend Pearl and going to his house after he died.

But most of all I remember his white flowing, poofy hair.
When I was pregnant we didn't find out what the sex of the baby was. So naturally we had picked out boy names and girl names. We loved the name Henry for a boy and we were considering Olivia for a girl; a play on my grandpa's name Oliver.
{I'm sure you could have figured that out, but I felt you needed the explination.}
{I'm sure you could have figured that out, but I felt you needed the explination.}
Well {spoiler alert!!} we had a boy and named him Henry.
Some how, thanks to genetics, Henry has inherited certain characteristics of my family. (Or should I say past family members have been reincarnated in Henry).
It seems to me that Henry has inherited great-grandpa's white billowy hair.
Some how, thanks to genetics, Henry has inherited certain characteristics of my family. (Or should I say past family members have been reincarnated in Henry).
It seems to me that Henry has inherited great-grandpa's white billowy hair.


