Say hello to Mr.Esmond Allcock, he was born on the outskirts of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan in 1910, this trendy gentleman has his 108 birthday on January 26. In Canada, he is officially recognized as the oldest man! He is married and has 6 children and 17 grandchildren but not only is he a great-grandfather to 36 but a GREAT-GREAT grandfather to 12.
“He is my great-grandfather and the man I named my son after”. While great-grandfathers are just a distant fading childhood memory to most people, “I’ve been lucky enough to have had him with me for the past 30 years.
Out of all the stories he used to tell me, there was one particular one he would tell me about when I was growing up when I was the same age as my son. As I was learning how to walk, I would make him hold my hands and parade me around the room. All I had to do was crawl towards him and say ‘Walk Walk’ and off we would go. As I got a little bit older, he would remember me and refer to me as his little buddy.
He jumped on the telephone as soon as he found out that I was pregnant with my first son to inform all of his children that I was increasing the population. But when I announced the expected arrival of my second, he said to my grandma that he was responsible for 71 descendants and not one son had been named after him. When myself and my husband heard this, we were already considering naming our son after the family and this was ideal.
My Esmond was born on January 11, 2017, nearly 107 years after his great-great grandfather. Once the snow melted, I loaded up the baby and took off to the neighboring province to introduce my great-grandfather to his namesake.
When we arrived, he wasn’t sure who I was. He knew who my grandparents (his daughter and son-in-law) were, but he wasn’t too sure about me. I explained who I was, but by then he was already so enamored with Esmond.
About halfway through our visit, he remembered me. I was the Walk Walk girl.
As he held my son, he kissed his head and said over and over again, ‘You don’t know what this means to me. You don’t know what this means to me.’
I wish I could fully explain how much it meant to me.
I am blessed.
It’s been a few months since we’ve seen my great-grandfather, but he asks my grandma about his namesake all the time. She sends him photos and gives him updates. Once the snow melts, we’ll be on our way to visit him again. It will be great-great grandpa Esmond, little Ez, and the ‘Walk Walk’ girl.”
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