It has always bothered me that I didn’t know more about George Andrews. Yep, there was a George in the “Andrews Family Tree”. My Grandpa Chalk (Bucky’s dad) died when he was 46. He had a stroke. I attribute his dying at an early age to many crude medical operations in the 1940’s on his knee. Grandpa Chalk’s formal name was Charles which is where I got my first name. Grandpa Chalk had one sibling brother named George who I think was slightly older.
George Andrews lived well into his 90’s. I don’t know if George made the century mark of 100 or not.
What has bothered me is how two brothers could have such different life spans. There was a undeniable brother similarity. George Andrews was full of energy and had a beautiful head of white hair (at this stage of my life, shades of gray blurr). I met George once or twice as a young kid when George was passing through Plymouth, Wisconsin. He would stop at the City Club to pay respects, tell a few stories and then he was gone. I remember a broad grin and an “Andrews bullshit factor” when he joked.
George was a lawyer which explains the bullshit factor. I think he got his law degree by attending school for 18 months in Denver, Colorado but that is a vague recollection. You didn’t need a lot of school to become accredited in the 1920’s. To my knowledge, he practiced law until he retired which would have been some time around 1965-70.
The last correspondence I had was from George W. Andrews (I always wondered what the “W” stood for) in Marion, Indiana. I think that is where he spent most of his life.
George tried to refer me to several people that had done a study in family history. He was very vague. The study went nowhere.
So one of the mysteries in my life is why two brothers (Chalk and George) lived such different life spans. I either am destined to live to 100 or die at 46. Wait a minute, I’m already past 46.
I have written many times about Grandma Myrna’s Family (Roberts) including trips to the homestead. The Andrews history is a little more vague.
So you see Grasshoppers, my life remains a mystery. There is much more I’d like to know about George.
Love,
Dad