Two distinctly different people met and became close friends. Their differences were never a barrier to accepting each other.
A few days ago I read a blog about Geronimo, a Chiricahua Apache warrior (http://militaryhistorynow.com/?s=geronimo). The article is titled GERONIMO AND THE APACHE—THE TALIBAN OF THE WILD WEST? It was published on WordPress, 12-6-12, by NH Mallet, his website is titled THIS IS WAR (http://thisiswarblog.wordpress.com). As he said in his article, the United States government pursued Geronimo throughout the American west for many years until he finally surrendered in 1886. By any standard, Geronimo is a legend. I left a comment on his blog relating a story my grandma told me as a child; about my great great grandpa and Geronimo. Since this story has been passed from one generation to the next, all I can do is presume the account is true. Oh, to be the proverbial fly on the wall…
Mr. Mallet was kind enough to let me know he enjoyed my story and I thanked him for restoring a fond memory. So, I thought other folks might find this tale as curious and fascinating as I do.
As I got the story from my grandma when I was around 8 years old (I’m 71 now); my great great grandpa (born in Germany, an immigrant to the US around 1864) and Geronimo were close friends. My great great grandpa lived in St. Louis during the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair and was in the crowd watching the opening day parade pass by. Geronimo, riding in a wagon and waving to the crowd, recognized him among the spectators. Geronimo promptly stopped the wagon, jumped down, and walked towards his friend. Based upon Geronimo’s ferocious reputation, and fearing the worst, the crowd scattered in all directions, until they saw Geronimo and my great great grandpa hugging, laughing and talking. Their bond was sincere. This is the story, a very interesting and curious story, my grandmother told her grandkids.
I can’t recall if my grandma told me, but I have no idea how or when they first became friends. Geronimo is in our history books and my great great grandpa is not. Their friendship is true and always will be. Though both are dead, their friendship, I’m confident, did not end when they died.
Two distinctly different people met and became close friends. Their differences were never a barrier to accepting each other. That’s the most important thing.