Bert Hamilton is my great-grandfather on my father’s side (his mother’s father). My father tells me he never knew the man’s name until 6 years ago when a relative got into genealogy and shared her findings.
When Bert abandoned his wife & children, it was decided they would never speak his name.
My mother in law, also into genealogy, sent me these pictures of Bert (thanks, Chris!). One of which is his Wanted poster.
It is difficult to read, so let me try and translate for you:
“WANTED For Wife Abandonment
Age 34, Height 5 ft 7 in weight (I think it says 135) Dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair complexion, medium build.
Marks and Scars: two dim vaccine scars upper left arm; vertical cut scar first joint left thumb; cut scar second phalange right middle finger, cut scar second phalange right ring finger.
He left Tulare about Dec. 28, 1917; supposed to be accompanied by a woman with dark hair, dark complexion, looks to be part Spanish, about 5 ft. 3 or 4 in. high, weight about 130 lbs., about 23 years old.
Arrest this man, and wire me at my expense. (can’t read this part) Felony Warrant.”
I am strangely fascinated by all of this. Even the man’s marks and scars tell a story.
Today’s blog antidote was once someone’s tragedy and shame. Each of us are capable of causing this kind of pain. Makes me wonder what will be said about me 100 years from now. I want to leave something good behind, certainly not stories of running off with a hot Spaniard. Though colorful as that may sound, I want a better legacy than that.
Because I accept God as my father, I have been given a new heritage. I am not a slave to the past nor am I victim to generational sin.
My story is still being written.