So you think I'm an Ironman! Well it's in my blood. My second name is William in honor of my maternal grandfather who's name heads this post. That's not all we have in common as I was also born on grampas 74 birthday. Old Wilhelmus fathered 21 children in a time frame, believe it or not, of less than 24 years! He was married twice, his first slave delivering 8 children in 5 days short of 7 years (one set of twins) at which time she had enough of the randy bugger and promptly died. Yes I aint kidding!!! She had 8 kids in 7 years and then died 3 days later!!!
Within 7 months of her death he found a replacement some 14 years younger and he was off to the races again, to the tune of 13 more in just over 15 years. His last child was born when he was 52 years old! The second wife refused to die so easily and as such I can only assume that she had the good sense to cut him off once and for all. Oh by the way, he lived to be almost 89 so he went 47 years without sex!
I would tell you that my Ironman accomplishments pale in comparison to his but somehow I'm not quite as impressed by his prowess as I am by the strength of the women in his life. But then again that's just one more thing we have in common.
I never met the man but I got his picture on my toolbox!
"Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths."- -- Lois Wyse
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peter
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Great Post Ironman! I've often wondered why my children are having all these unplanned grandchildren, but of course they can't help it! It's in their genes.
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