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3/6/2021

Skulduggery

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PictureDoes this young fella look like a criminal? As an adult, he stole over $20,000.
I am a descendant of thieves. 

One grandfather—while a partner in an automobile dealership—stole a friend’s 1920 Oakland Sedan and then wrecked it, resulting in damages to the tune of $1,000. During the Great Depression, my other grandfather evidently mismanaged some county funds, perhaps to his benefit. About the same time, my maternal grandmother’s half-brother, while working in the Kentucky Auditor’s office, pocketed more than $20,000 in state money in an elaborate six-year scheme. In 1885, my great-great uncle was charged with embezzlement in Kentucky—a great embarrassment, evidently, to his many benefactors, including U.S. Senator Joseph Clay Stiles Blackburn. In 1897, the same uncle was charged with forgery in California. 

Embezzlers. Grifters. Hucksters. Glory be.

Before their alleged malfeasance was exposed, each man had by all accounts been a well-respected government functionary or businessman, a churchgoer from a locally recognized family. There had been not a whiff of impropriety, as far as I’m aware. 

But something compelled each of them to make a bad decision, or a series of them—to take risks that may have been uncharacteristic of their normal dealings. The temptation was too great. Human frailty prevailed. 

When the repercussions became apparent, two ran away, leaving Kentucky behind. Two didn’t live to see the matter resolved. Family paid the price of their perfidy.

We are more than our misdeeds, of course. We are all complex: good and bad, wise and foolish, brave and cowardly, generous and selfish. None of us can predict how we might have responded to their particular circumstances. As I chew on another juicy tidbit about my mysterious ancestors, I have to remind myself not to let that one savory crumb define them.

I have learned that families don’t tend to share this information with each other. Why not just sweep it under that very lumpy rug? Nothing good could come from talking about the family troubles. After all, these problems were all in the past, safely locked away in faltering memory. That is, until some nosy granddaughter starts picking through yellowed newspaper articles.

On the one hand, I am happy that my ancestors were “colorful.” I would have lost interest long ago if they had only been Sunday School superintendents and hard-working family providers. In small towns like Lawrenceburg and Paris and Harrodsburg, some of that probity would have gotten them mentions in the local newspapers. As it was, the society pages detailed their comings and goings. But, as always, I imagine the scandals sold more papers.

What this teaches us, of course, is that our ancestors were just as complicated as we are. Each of us has had moments when we filled with pride and moments we hope will never be known to any other living soul. Unfortunately for my ancestors, these particular moments of weakness, these missteps were captured by the press—or the courts.

If we’re lucky, no yet-to-be-born great-granddaughter will stumble across accounts of our failings. Perhaps the public persona we’ve all so carefully crafted for our friends and families—and ourselves—will hold.

But our moral failings partially define us, whether we want to admit it or not. We’re not just the sum of the good things. It’s never that simple.
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Some of my ancestors were thieves. And loving husbands and fathers. And hard-working citizens. And human beings, as inscrutable as we all are. Sometimes even to ourselves.



​I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge my good friend Tessa Bishop Hoggard, who provided many of the newspaper clippings related to these incidents. Lord knows why she has found my family so interesting, but I am indebted to her research prowess and the gift of her time.
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Tessa Bishop Hoggard
3/6/2021 11:08:12 pm

Well, I've stopped laughing long enough to write this comment! Looks can be deceiving. It's hard to imagine that this angelic child in the photo could ever be capable of misdeeds. But, yes, the characters in our families are complex: the good, the bad, the ugly. Yet, we love them unconditionally and own them as our kin for they comprise the fabric of our soul. Sometimes I hear skeletal bones reverberating as I slowly dig into our ancestors' closets. So fascinating and so rich a history!

Thanks for permitting me to raid your ancestors' closet. I must conclude that you obviously inherited all the good genes! :)

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Sallie Showalter
3/6/2021 11:16:22 pm

Now I'm the one laughing! Rattle away, Tessa!

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Barbara Fallis
3/6/2021 11:09:22 pm


We are all...
"good and bad
wise and foolish
brave and cowardly
generous and selfish".
Should we all be given a card at birth with these words to carry with us and live by? You have captured the good, the bad and the ugly of human nature but with hope that good somehow will prevail. Or we hope will prevail. Eventually. Some day.

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Dudley Hanks
3/8/2021 12:40:22 pm

Loved this.. Must have been the other side of my family :)

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