Albert (Bud) Webb, the grandpa I never knew. He bounced my mom on his knee and then was gone when she was just 2 years old.
So it's a bit hard to think of him as my grandpa, since he died so young. He had his 28th birthday, then was killed by accidental electrocution in his home in September of that year.
From my mother's album, where she had just these pictures of her "Daddy Webb."
That draft card described him (in June of 1917) as tall, medium build, blue eyes, slightly bald. He worked in real estate and had a restaurant, in San Antonio, TX. That's where he is buried, in Mission Cemetery. His marker says "He Is Not Dead, He Is Just Away."
It must have been very difficult for his survivors, not only my mother and grandmother, but Bud's other family with parents and brothers and sisters. My mother never mentioned any contact with them, or the many Webb cousins. Her mother remarried in 1921, but Fred Munhall died within 6 years. So my mother was raised mainly by her mother and her mother's parents. I'm named after my maternal great-grandmother, who I never met either.
I'm sharing this post with Sepia Saturday this week. It has little to do with the meme, but is from the past, so does connect with the "sepia-ness" of the site.
