Today would have been my dad’s 75th birthday. In honor of the day, I thought I’d share a fun little gift from the universe. In 1810, a man named Nicholas Murrell Page was born in Nelson County Virginia. My grandparents didn’t know that dude existed. In 1942, my dad was born and christened Nicholas Allen Page. As an adult, he moved to Nelson County, not knowing about this distant relative of his. When we did find out about him, we found a picture and were holyshitted. “Holyshitted” is when you’re shocked to find something out. I’m sure it’s a real word. But maybe don’t look it up. Anyway, check out the pictures below and you’ll see why.

The pics on the left were of my dad in his dirty, dirty hippy days when he had a similar haircut. The pic on the right is Nicholas Murrell Page.
Holyshit, right?! My mom and I were talking about how strange it is that we never dressed Dad up and made him pose next to Nicholas M. Page’s portrait that hung in our living room. It just seems like something we would do. Ah well, lost opportunities.
Anyway, this doesn’t really have anything to do with his birthday, but it’s one of those crazy things that the world sometimes throws your way to delight and astound you, so I thought I’d share it.
Happy birthday, Dad. Miss you. Hope you’re out there somewhere being delighted and astounded by all sorts of other things that I can’t even imagine.
Holyshitted is right, dude! They were twinsies! Happy Birthday to your dad! π€
Btw, there’s an Arby’s ad for their roast beef sandwich on your page. When I was reading along, I saw just the top of the image and I thought maybe your post would diverge into a topic on roast beef ππππ
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I’m not sure anything Arbys serves technically qualifies as beef of any kind…
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Probably not!!
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I love stuff like this. I see my name from the past and wonder about this stuff. There was a farmer north of St. Louis that had my name and died in 1975, and I was born in Pittsburgh in 1975. If I could only see a pic of “my former self”.
Nice pics of your Dad in better times. My Dad went the other way–a few weeks before his 70th he just didn’t wake up one morning. Tough stuff either way.
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You just never know!
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I was holyshitted. And now I have a new word to use. Hell yeah. Happy birthday, dad!
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Ha! Glad I could broaden your vocabulary. π
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