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I haven't been working on family history lately. The truth is I'm addicted to video games on my phone. It's too easy to get caught up. In any case, I'm trying to get back to it. I posted some family photos in family tree order a couple of days ago and it gave me the idea to include profiles of individual family members and ancestors with photos here in this blog. In some cases, I have photos of ancestors from when they were children throughout their lives. You can also see my family tree and profiles of individuals at WikiTree.
Profile:
William Joseph Odell was my paternal grandfather.
He was the son of George Odell and Fannie Flowers born in Delhi, New York, January 5, 1900. His mother died when he was about 7 months old and he was raised much of the time by his grandparents: Joseph and Minerva. His father, George, married Ella Zurner about 2 years after William's mother passed.
William lied about his age and joined the Army when he was 17 and was part of the U.S. Army control of the Panama Canal during its construction. I think this is the earliest photo of I have of my grandfather; he was with his pet monkey at the Canal Zone.
This might be a younger photo of him but it looks like he might have been in uniform:
Grandma said they met at a barn dance in Gilboa. They married in April 1921 in Roxbury.
I don't know a lot of their history after that. They had seven children together. They lived a frugal life.
I learned that Grandpa had worked as a foreman for the NYS Highway Department in highway maintenance. This photo is from his driver's license:
Later he owned a billiards and card hall in Delhi. That was around the time I saw him the most often. My father told me that Grandpa had played against Willie Hoppe in one of his exposition tournaments. They both favored a particular form of billiards, apparently. Grandpa lost, of course. I'd hoped that I could find a newspaper record of the match but I haven't, so far.
Grandpa made a point of keeping up with most of the family. He had a couple of great aunts who lived nearby, including our black blood relatives, the DeWitts. Grandma said he checked in with relatives regularly.
I regret that I didn't have more time to get to know Grandpa; I was 12 when he died. I know he could have told me a lot about our family.
That's it for now.