|Sidney Ervin Hughes|
Born 10 May 1836 Yancey North Carolina
Died 19 Oct 1920 Bradshaw, North Carolina
Sidney Ervin Hughes was my great-great grandfather. His daughter Mary Alice Hughes (1858-1916) was my great grandmother.
|Mary Alice Hughes - my great grandmother|
She was married to Isaac Lewis (1856-1944) who was my great grandfather and father of my grandmother Hester Lewis (1892-1945).
|Isaac Lewis, my great grandfather|
Hester was the mother of my grandfather Fieldon Jacob Tipton (1884-1939) who was my grandfather and the father of my father Isaac W. Tipton, Sr. (1920-2000).
|Hester Lewis - my grandmother|
Hester was a tall woman. Her father Isaac was a tall man. Her husband and my grandfather Fieldon Tipton was tall also.
|Fieldon Jacob Tipton - my grandfather|
Fields and Hester had twelve children, all sons of which eleven survived birth.
|Eleven Tipton Brothers at 1960 Family Reunion|
You see the tall man in the back to the right? That's my dad, the tallest of the Tipton brothers.
When I was young, I was tall for my age. If I remember right, when I was eleven years old I was six feet already (chew on that Tom Cruise). I frequently had these questions hurled at me:
"Are you really only eleven years old?"
"Do you play basketball?"
"How did you get so tall?"
Well, the answers to those questions were:
Yes, I was really that young and TALL.
No, I didn't play basketball - too uncoordinated (clumsy).
And how did I get so tall? Well, I was born that way.
A few months ago I came across the photo of my great great grandfather Sidney Ervin Hughes and the mystery of my tallness was finally and forever solved. Damn, check out that man's legs. Talk about a daddy-long-legs. That's where my tallness comes from folks, the good old gene pool.
|Me in Provincetown, Mass. 1976|
Bill told me the first thing he noticed about me when he saw me for the first time across the Westbury Bar in Philly, was my long legs.
He said he was a "leg man." Lucky for me he likes long legs or else I would never be where I am today, with this wonderful man who has devoted the last fifty years of his life to making me happy in every way possible.
Of course regular followers of this blog know that one of my legs was injured a few months back. I'm on the mend now and those long legs are going to be on full display soon.
|First bout of physical therapy right after my surgery to reattach my quadricep muscle on my left leg which was severed when I fell on the ice February 18th, 2015 - painful and laborious|
These days I'm walking around still holding my cane but rarely leaning on it. My leg is still stiff but I can now bend it 85 degrees which is a big improvement over the 30 degrees when I first started physical therapy last month.
I can now sit in the passenger seat of the car, still can't drive though.
My leg is still swollen, painfully at times but most times bearable.
Next week my friend Pat arrives for his annual spring time visit to LSD (Lower Slower Delaware).
He will be chauffeuring me around during our visit to my home state of Pennsylvania and a few days here in LSD. My leg should get a good workout.
When Pat leaves, I return to work at the hotel for two nights a week. Right after Memorial Day and the onslaught of summertime guests and all their needs and wants. Should be fun.
And that folks is the status of yours truly, Daddy Long Legs. Soon to return.
|Me at the local flower nursery, sans brace but still with my cane to steady me and make sure my repaired leg doesn't buckle - recovery for this injury is a long process|