written by
jaron summers (c) 2024
My Dear Friends,
About a hundred years ago my grandfather fought in World War I — my cousin, Ken Summers, found the following. (The military keeps pretty good records.)
Hit control ++ to magnify his medical record. It says Grampa was sent home to die.

You can also magnify his widow’s pension below. Not much for a man’s life: $322. That’s not for a month, that’s for an entire life.

Several MDs I talked to said that with a wound like Gramps had that the surgeons would have removed the shrapnel. No. Grampa — who I never met — ended up with lead in him and a tiny pension.
John & Mercy Summers

He decided to take it in a lump sum, a one-time payment of around $300 while he was still alive.
What is not recorded in any documents is that as soon as he received the settlement one of our shirt-tail relatives visited him with a sack of — of all things — almonds.
This chap stuck a pin in one of the almonds and said watch.
He lit the nut on fire and it blazed for several minutes like a tiny torch.

My grandfather gave this con artist all his pension money after being promised large returns on a secret process to extract oil from almonds — this oil would be used to power the world.
Grampa died shortly after. A busted man.
Near the end of his life my dad lost all of his tiny fortune betting on horses.
Sometimes he would amuse himself by setting various beer nuts aflame.
He carried a small hat pin in his wallet for this purpose.



