About three or four years ago, Paul Harvey told this rather odd story. I’ll let you decide if you believe it, but it has the ring of truth to it, to me. For the sake of brevity, I will leave out some details. Other details I have forgotten.
The story begins with a poor town clerk, whose wife has died. He invites his cousin to come live with him to help raise his kids. She does so, and they become a nice little family.
Over time, the two fall in love, and want to get married. Of course, this is against Church law, as they are related. The Bishop tells them that only Papal dispensation can make a marriage between them possible. The expense of this is too much for the clerk, but miraculously someone donates the money, the case is heard at the Vatican, and the dispensation granted.
The couple is married, and in addition to the original children, give birth to a son whom they name Adolph. Adolph Hitler.
And now you know… (I’m not going to say it.)