I was asked to speak to the Galveston Rotary Club on Wednesday about the Save Our Stories Galveston Facebook page.
At the time of the lunch meeting, we had 428 Likes on our Facebook page.
The next milestone is 500 Likes.
Several old photos and stories have been shared on Facebook by several people, but we need more.
We want stories of everyday people who make Galveston special.
More than 175 years of history on the island is filled with stories of men, women and children waiting to be shared.
Here is a story of a very special Galvestonian that once said: “I just love this place. It might be the best place in the world.”
His parents moved to Galveston in 1925, and he was born on the island in October 1928.
Many of the following facts and information are taken from an article written by Betsy Webber for The Daily News on Feb. 22, 1987.
Some facts were also collected during a personal interview with the individual.
He started working at The Daily News delivering papers in 1942. He graduated from high school in 1946.
He joined the U.S. Army after high school and served 20 months in the military.
When he returned to the island, he went back to the paper.
From 1950 until he retired on Dec. 31, 1986, he threw papers seven days a week.
He always delivered his papers on a bike.
He never took a vacation and never called in sick.
The only time he did not throw a paper was when publication was impossible after Hurricane Carla for several days and Alicia for one day.
He filled in for others that were on vacation or sick.
Sometimes, he was responsible for the delivery of 1,300 daily papers.
Over the years, his customers loved him because of his personal service.
While at the paper he held several different positions, but his primary responsibility was delivering papers.
While sitting and talking with him, he shared many stories about Galveston and The Daily News.
He told stories about previous owners, employees, customers and Galveston.
He bought his home in 1961 and paid for it in seven years.
He always saved and paid cash for most things he wanted.
He is a part of the Greatest Generation that made America and Galveston great.
He is 85 years old now, and some days are better than others.
I try to visit him as much as I can.
I sit and listen to him talk about his life on the island.
For many years I did not know his real name was Edwin “Eddie” Johnson.
Most of the people in our family simply called him “Uncle.”
He is my paternal grandmother’s brother.
That makes him my great uncle in more ways than one.
I stand on his shoulders and I recognize that without him there would be no me.
Galveston residents and descendants of earlier settlers, help us Save Our Stories by sharing your story.
Like our Facebook page at www.facebook.com/SOSGalvestonTx, and upload your photo or story today.