My grandfather, William B. Thompson, who ran the construction accounting division of Merritt-Chapman & Scott, knew something was wrong.
Deathbed Letters: My Life’s Story
I note in the book of yarns that you may want to hold them until you write a book and then use them. It may be that you will want to bring me into your book. I have no objections. If that is the case you may want a short outline of my life. Here goes.
Deathbed Letters: The Meekest Man
At the end of 1906 I went to N.Y. to be a big shot on Wall Street and found that to be a big shot I had to have a butler. So I got one.
Deathbed Letters: Coming to Blows
I was free to run around City hall where I met an “expug” who was City Jailer. He taught me to punch bag and the manly art of self-defense.
Deathbed Letters: The Near Killing of Uncle Bill
Having a lot of time on my hands, am writing you a lot of old time experiences. This is about a near killing of your Uncle Bill.
“Pop” Thompson Zig-Zagged Across the Atlantic in Merchant Marine Vessals During WWII
My grandfather, William Boner Thompson, will always be remembered for his avid consumption of World War II history books. On visits to his homes in Bronxville or Pasadena, we would invariably find him sitting forward on the living room sofa, engulfed in a Lucky Strike cloud, immersed in a tome. It turns out that most of these war books were about the […]