A TALE OF THREE BROTHERS

One man’s bad luck is another man’s existence.

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They were poor but happy enough, and one of their jobs was to chop wood for the fuel stove.

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They took it in turns but generally they would all pitch in as this was a satisfying job. A large pile of wood was evidence that you had been there.
Brothers can be rough and ready even at the best of times, and although it happened more than a hundred years ago and the story suffers from being strained through a lot of people’s memories, it seems that while chopping wood a piece flew into the eye of the brother named Ansel.
If it had happened now, someone would have bundled the boy into a car, and hospital staff would have assessed the injury. With a bit of luck, his injury would have healed leaving him with only a story to tell.
But this was a time before cars and doctors…

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2 thoughts on “A TALE OF THREE BROTHERS

  1. My great grandfather as an immigrant to the United States from Sweden had a hunting acaccident when he was 14 (1868 ) and his left hand was amputated. He then took school mor seriously and became first a teacher and then a lawyer. I have wondered what path his life would have taken without the accident.

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    • Good question. Life changing moments……… there’s got to be a book in that!
      The stories of our ancestors seem more interesting somehow.
      My family is full of these kinds of stories [as I’m sure your’s is]. As we grow up they are just family stories but then we get older and realise how amazing they are.
      Terry.
      P.S. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

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