So this Easter on a lark, and because they roll up the sidewalks around here for going to church on Sundays, I decided to spend the day trolling Ancestry.com. What was weird was my immediate family (The un-incarcerated decent ones that is) were missing any information at all. But I had complete backgrounds on all my relatives with numerous arrest warrants, jail time, um drug charges and the like. Oh my, yes I come from a long long line of fine Baker Oregon manly white trash *pot smokers*.
Anyway what was great was then you run into stuff like this. Or like someone posted all my porky baby pictures and I will thus have to now destroy them with fire once I get my hands on whoever did it.
This by the way is great great grandpa Artemus. A real ladies man and seen here taking his bag of gold to the Granite Oregon Bank, a mud hole somewhere in Oregon he helped found. Right before Granite Oregon burnt to the ground most likely because besides not believing in Police Departments they seemed to have also not believed in Fire Departments.
The men of Granite had a code of ethics that fulfilled the function of legal law. Oh! There were plenty of infractions of the code, but often these infractions were dealt with by lead logic, rather than by legal evasion.
Oh those rogues you just know he spent all that money on cheap booze and wimmen. I know my family well. Anyway I took this line all the way back to England only to find some despicable cad using my name running around obviously dallying the ladies and running off because the data on his ass was not to be found. Those damn Baker Oregon rogues again.
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