My next generation story is about a hardworking son of John, the stone mason.
He loved school like his father, he studied books and politics. He became an
engineer and also worked as an insurance agent. He lived in New York City,
there he stood in his spare time passing out Socialistic pamphlets. His Swedish
heritage made him feel that sharing was the way of the future, making us all
brothers and keepers of each other. He was an agnostic and did not use God
as his reason for being.
On that streetcorner one day, passing pamphlets a humble waitress from the
Waldorf Astoria watched this Swedish tan, tall, blue-eyed man. There was
passion in his eyes and he was so different she could not take her eyes off of
him. He saw her standing there, sweet, round-faced and warm smiling German
woman that she was. When she listened to his speech twice, he moved towards
her, could he explain it better? Did she need help understanding? She shook
her head and with every ounce of her young courage she inquired, “Will you
have coffee with me?” (My grandma and grandpa)