This was my grandfather, when he was nearly 30 years old. This card was his total political campaign, but he was elected to the Kansas Legislature as a Democrat. Unusual, to say the least.
I never knew him, because he died in the great Flu Epidemic in 1918. He was 30 years old. The state Capitol was in Topeka, and his wife and three children, Robert, Merlin and William, lived in Meridan. My father, William, was an infant.
The flu killed young adults with a terrible rapidity. It struck my grandfather so quickly that he was unable to get home before he died. Knowing that his life was ending, he dictated a heartbreaking letter of farewell to my grandmother, telling her how much he loved her, and to take care of the babies.
I am sure there was no way to measure her sense of loss. She was a young widow with three small children, left alone to manage the family business, Moser Mercantile.
I know he was a wonderful man, because he had a brave wife, great children, and a wonderful sense of humor. I wish I had known him.
Remember to get your flu shot.