The T-Bolt side of the family. My Father and my Father's Father, and so on. They come from Germany. Dairymen and Alpine herdsmen from Southern Bavaria, near Lake Constance.
The first T-Bolt to come to this country in my line was Sylvester T-Bolt. My grandfather's grandfather. He was recruited by German communities in upstate New York if emigrate because he knew how to make Limburger cheese and there was a want for that. His older brother Peter came first.
But his great Grandfather, John T-Bolt. He was drafted into the Grand Armee, and he went to Moscow with the Emperor. And got back. Which is a feat in itself.
I sometimes wonder what his life was like on that long walk to and fro. Well wonder no more.
I had actually read that Tagebuch of a Napoleonic foot soldier, but it has been a while. Let's see if Gutenberg has it for me. Nope.
At least the walk sounded pleasant and the food was good.
I think the hardship there makes up for all the hardship his descendents had afterwards, to date.
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