The Mercy Finder

The Mercy Finder

Monday, May 18, 2009

Hey There, Little Red Riding Hood, You Sure Are Looking Good


My dad reads my blog and emails his comments to me periodically so I decided to set up his account allowing him to post directly. I found his last comment to be hilarious (refer to the previous post, comment 4). Maybe that means I come by my plans to avenge legitimately. However, currently Herr Schwein is out of town. And although we should be rejoicing, Chelsea said to me earlier today, "Wouldn't it be a shame if we're both out of town at the same time?" She has a point. We leave for Boston tomorrow night and will be gone for 2-3 weeks. If he's made his annual trip to the Fatherland at the same time we will be sorely disappointed as that means we won't be here to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is crazy thinking, I'm sure, but it makes sense to us.


In truth, I've been working on becoming more of a peacekeeper of late, trying to avoid contention if possible and not poking around in ant hills if unnecessary. So included in my DNA let me now recount how the last name of Wolf or Wolff or Wolfe became Woolf. (Which, no matter how many times I spell it as "W-O-O-L-F...two O's, one L, one F, no E," people still spell it either Wolf, Wolff, Wolfe, or Fox. So.....


Back in the 1700's during the Revolutionary War period my esteemed ancestor, Anthon Wolf, (Wolff, Wolfe) was, at the age of 17 years old, forcefully abducted from his farmland by the Hessian Army and conscripted to fight in the war. He was not allowed to say goodby to his parents or even tell them where he was going. Being a resourceful and friendly young man with no desire to fight a battle that wasn't his, he made friends with the Dutch families on board the ship, and upon landing in New York, added an "O" to his name to fit in and hide out with his newfound Dutch friends. A draft dodger? Yes, indeedy! And we're very proud of that fact.


By now you are saying, "Oooooooooooooo, so that it explains it!" What it explains I'm not exactly sure but I think it's a little bit of interesting information in the Woolf respository of trivia.

6 comments:

bdoyle said...

I loved grandpa's comment and I loved the story. Oh, and I love your background.Cherries really are the happiest fruit.

jowo said...

And I love you!

V.a.n.e.s.s.a said...

I had no idea what "Hessian" meant so I looked it up-"The term Hessian refers to eighteenth-century German regiments in service with the British Empire that fought against American colonists during the American Revolutionary War." (wiki)

Wow Aunt Joyce, you tell me more about my ancestry than my own parents!!!

Unknown said...

I thought that comment was from Brandon at first. I was thinking...wow he is really positive.

jowo said...

hahahahahaha, Brandon writing comment 1, hahahahahahaha
lol lol lol

Unknown said...

I love our family . . . :)