Up in what was the Highway 22 Cafe there were numerous pictures taken in and around Mill City of times and people long gone. One of those pictures was of a man by the name of David Hoeye. His picture hung with a group of other men with which he shared one thing in common. For a time, each of them was the Postmaster in Mill City. David Hoeye is somewhat special to me however in that he is my sons Great-Great Grandfather.
As it happened, one day my son and I went for breakfast at that cafe. During the time while we waited for our meals to be served he and I roamed the dining room looking at the old pictures out of history and in doing so finally came upon the ones about the post office. While I stood reading the captions with each picture my son started tugging at my sleeve, as he does when he wants to share a new discovery he’s made with me.
“Yes, Tylor.” I acknowledged him.
"Hey dad!” His excitement was running over. "You know who that is?” He was pointing at the picture of his fore-father.
Before I could answer he continued, as he does. “That’s Grandpa!!” He was pretty proud of himself for recognizing the mans picture.
Now at this point I had to laugh. Not at my son but more at myself. He'd echoed my exact thought the first time I’d ever seen that picture. I’d thought it was of my own Grand Father, David Hoeye's son.