My Grandpa is WHO?

I always thought my Grandpa looked a lot like Clark Gable. Hair swept to the side with a bit of Brylcreem, ("a little dab'll do ya"), ears that stick out a bit; poor Clark, such a ladies man, but oh, those ears...., that shadow under his lower lip, those bushy eyebrows...yup, my Grandpa looked a lot like ol' Clark. Funny, I have sticky-out ears, bushy eyebrows and a shadow under my lip too. Wait...you don't think....naah, couldn't be...could it? Could my Grandfather possibly be....Clark Gable??? My heart is going all pinball-wizardy...let's figure this out.

Well, one was born in 1900 and one in 1901, but birth certificates are easy to fudge, especially if it's only by a year. They both served in WW2, hhmmmm...both gone from home at the same time......

My Grandpa was away from home a lot, he worked in Detroit, in the auto industry, for years. Or did he? Was he actually in Hollywood, making movies, having children with famous Hollywood starlets? Saying he worked in Detroit would have been a wonderful excuse for having American money. And probably that's where he learned to be so cool. My Grandpa was a hep cat, the bee's knees and 23 skidoo to you too.

Hey! My Grandpa was a Freemason and so was Clark Gable...coincidence? I'm thinking not.

Clark's ethnicity was Irish, and my Grandpa was so incredibly proud of our Irish heritage, I guess because it was something that he could openly share, as opposed to having to hide his true identity.

And speaking of identity, did you know that the "Clark" in Clark Kent was inspired by Clark Gable? Hmm? A man hiding his "true" identity. Well, it's pretty darn apparent to me what's going on here.

Clark Gable died in 1960, but he had a closed casket. I wonder why? No one in Hollywood had closed caskets back then, it just wasn't done? Is it because ....he wasn't really in there?

In 1960, I was already born, and my Grandpa was devoted to me, obviously he couldn't be in Hollywood making movies, and watch me grow up me at the same time, so I think it's pretty evident that he faked his death, left Hollywood behind and came to finish out his days in Victoria.

He would have been 111 years old today. One Hundred and Eleven!

I will now thank you to know me as Shannon Kelly Gable Smitna, and for those of you who think I am foolish, well , "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."