
I don't believe I ever met my paternal grandfather and no one ever heard a thing from him over the years. He died in 1996 in Wyoming. Shown here is a picture of Nelson Poe from the 1930's on the "Wake Up Montana" show on KXLL in Helena, Montana.

But Grandpa Bridgeman was also a poet of sorts. Some of his poems are on display at a museum in his hometown of Vinita, Oklahoma. One of my favorite poems is one of his shortest: "Turn back, turn back, O time in its flight - and make me a child once more for tonight." Much later I was to discover that this poem bears a striking similarity to the first lines of a poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen, but that in no way diminishes my admiration for Grandpa Bridgeman's abbreviated version.
For all of the lighthearted adventures Grandpa Bridgeman was a part of, it was a sad tragedy that ended his life. Grandpa Bridgeman went out for a walk one night on the train tracks. Being completely deaf at the time, he didn't hear the train coming. A nice lawyer man got a big settlement from the railroad. For himself. The family got nothing...