Lois and I had hoped to have an even dozen children. We knew that a large family was not considered politically correct, but we believe that the biblical command to multiply and replenish the earth had not been rescinded. We were only blessed with eight wonderful children: George, Hugh, Erik, Ann, Robert, Christopher, Laurel and Donald. We lost our precious little Ann at age one.
Our family has grown to 37 grandchildren with their spouses and expanding in number of great grandchildren. I lost count of the latter after 40, but it must be over 50 by now. There were two recent births and three on the way. I feel I am one of the wealthiest individuals on this planet because I have this great eternal family. It is so sad to see struggling old people without helpful, loving family.
Grandpa remarked that the Cannons run to boys and bulls. He loved the boys but wished for cows on the farm. After losing Ann and a string of boys we hoped for a daughter. As I walked down the hospital hall to see Lois and our new born Laurel I could hear patients in the various rooms laughing because they could hear Lois rejoicing loudly, repeating “did we really get a little girl?”
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