This is my great grandfathers WWI registration card. Does his name look familiar? Well, if a person was to chop off my first name (Ross) and just leave my middle and last name then you would get…. Harrison Moffitt. I was named after this man! No, I was not named after Harrison Ford as I might have told you in the past.
Things to be noted:
1. His occupation is “farmer.” Read a little further and you see he was self employed. Harrison just out tilling the fields, answering to nobody but himself. Pleasant to think about huh?
2. Blue eyes… I wish I had his name and his blue eyes.
3. What if a hundred years from now one of my grandkids names their kid “Ross” after their great grandfather? How neat. Better yet, what if my granddaughter emails said Ross a copy of one of my report cards? Yikes!
4. He had a crippled shoulder. I have a crippled back, feet, and hands. I wonder what happened to his shoulder… I really hope I don’t pass my oddly shaped pinky disease down to any future generations.
5. Harrison filled this out in 1917. If you do the math that is 92 years ago. Think how far America has gone, our world has gone, in the last 92 years. How much further will the world go in the next 92 years?
6. Harrison was twenty years old when he was filling this out. I am twenty years old right now. I can only imagine how scared he was to be filling this out. I couldn’t imagine.
7. In 1917 and 1918 approximately 24 million men filled out a registration card. This is but one of those 24 million.
-Ross Harrison Moffitt