Ivor was born in Michigan in 1880 to Hopkins Williams and Emogene (Bulis) Williams. He learned the carpentry trade and became a housing contractor. On April 22, 1903, he was married to Maude Haley, and they had three children. The first, Ralph Owen Williams, was born on March 25, 1905. When Ralph was five months old, Ivor took him out for some air. The Detroit Free Press carried the following story about it:
FORGOT LITTLE DARLING
Ivor H. Williams Enjoyed the German Band—In the Meantime—
Ivor Williams, living at 607 Hubbard avenue, is, perhaps, entitled to the medal for being the champion “forgetter.” His absent-mindedness nearly gave his wife nervous prostration the other evening, and for a time she thought her darling year-old baby had been stolen.
When Mr. Williams arrived home from work Monday evening of this week he asked his wife if there was anything he might do to help her.
"You might take the baby out in the go-cart,” she answered.
“Well as I have a little running around to do I will take the boy out for an airing."
Baby was gotten ready and deposited in its cart. An hour and a half later Williams returned and began to tell of being at Clark park to listen to the band concert and how he stood and listened to the strains of a German band. Of his visits to the drug store, to the hardware store, etc.
"But where is the baby?" interrupted Mrs. Williams.
"What baby?"
"Why, our little Ralph." said Mrs. Williams, apprehensively.
"I do not know, how should I" said the husband.
"You took him out in his cart."
"No. I didn't."
Then the conversation before he started out was recalled to him and in a minute a man could be seen hotfooting it down to Dix and Hubbard avenues.
In front of Magdelener's drug store he spied a little smiling cherub seated in a go-cart surrounded by a dozen kids. The little fellow seemingly did not mind being forgotten, as he was having the time of his life, every kid in the bunch having taken it upon himself, or herself, to amuse the deserted baby. In a minute a frantic mother could be seen coming down Hubbard avenue, and the hugging and caressing that that little fellow got was good for sore eyes.
When Williams got home—well, let's draw the curtain.
FORGOT LITTLE DARLING
Ivor H. Williams Enjoyed the German Band—In the Meantime—
Ivor Williams, living at 607 Hubbard avenue, is, perhaps, entitled to the medal for being the champion “forgetter.” His absent-mindedness nearly gave his wife nervous prostration the other evening, and for a time she thought her darling year-old baby had been stolen.
When Mr. Williams arrived home from work Monday evening of this week he asked his wife if there was anything he might do to help her.
"You might take the baby out in the go-cart,” she answered.
“Well as I have a little running around to do I will take the boy out for an airing."
Baby was gotten ready and deposited in its cart. An hour and a half later Williams returned and began to tell of being at Clark park to listen to the band concert and how he stood and listened to the strains of a German band. Of his visits to the drug store, to the hardware store, etc.
"But where is the baby?" interrupted Mrs. Williams.
"What baby?"
"Why, our little Ralph." said Mrs. Williams, apprehensively.
"I do not know, how should I" said the husband.
"You took him out in his cart."
"No. I didn't."
Then the conversation before he started out was recalled to him and in a minute a man could be seen hotfooting it down to Dix and Hubbard avenues.
In front of Magdelener's drug store he spied a little smiling cherub seated in a go-cart surrounded by a dozen kids. The little fellow seemingly did not mind being forgotten, as he was having the time of his life, every kid in the bunch having taken it upon himself, or herself, to amuse the deserted baby. In a minute a frantic mother could be seen coming down Hubbard avenue, and the hugging and caressing that that little fellow got was good for sore eyes.
When Williams got home—well, let's draw the curtain.
Ivor was born in Michigan in 1880 to Hopkins Williams and Emogene (Bulis) Williams. He learned the carpentry trade and became a housing contractor. On April 22, 1903, he was married to Maude Haley, and they had three children. The first, Ralph Owen Williams, was born on March 25, 1905. When Ralph was five months old, Ivor took him out for some air. The Detroit Free Press carried the following story about it:
FORGOT LITTLE DARLING
Ivor H. Williams Enjoyed the German Band—In the Meantime—
Ivor Williams, living at 607 Hubbard avenue, is, perhaps, entitled to the medal for being the champion “forgetter.” His absent-mindedness nearly gave his wife nervous prostration the other evening, and for a time she thought her darling year-old baby had been stolen.
When Mr. Williams arrived home from work Monday evening of this week he asked his wife if there was anything he might do to help her.
"You might take the baby out in the go-cart,” she answered.
“Well as I have a little running around to do I will take the boy out for an airing."
Baby was gotten ready and deposited in its cart. An hour and a half later Williams returned and began to tell of being at Clark park to listen to the band concert and how he stood and listened to the strains of a German band. Of his visits to the drug store, to the hardware store, etc.
"But where is the baby?" interrupted Mrs. Williams.
"What baby?"
"Why, our little Ralph." said Mrs. Williams, apprehensively.
"I do not know, how should I" said the husband.
"You took him out in his cart."
"No. I didn't."
Then the conversation before he started out was recalled to him and in a minute a man could be seen hotfooting it down to Dix and Hubbard avenues.
In front of Magdelener's drug store he spied a little smiling cherub seated in a go-cart surrounded by a dozen kids. The little fellow seemingly did not mind being forgotten, as he was having the time of his life, every kid in the bunch having taken it upon himself, or herself, to amuse the deserted baby. In a minute a frantic mother could be seen coming down Hubbard avenue, and the hugging and caressing that that little fellow got was good for sore eyes.
When Williams got home—well, let's draw the curtain.
FORGOT LITTLE DARLING
Ivor H. Williams Enjoyed the German Band—In the Meantime—
Ivor Williams, living at 607 Hubbard avenue, is, perhaps, entitled to the medal for being the champion “forgetter.” His absent-mindedness nearly gave his wife nervous prostration the other evening, and for a time she thought her darling year-old baby had been stolen.
When Mr. Williams arrived home from work Monday evening of this week he asked his wife if there was anything he might do to help her.
"You might take the baby out in the go-cart,” she answered.
“Well as I have a little running around to do I will take the boy out for an airing."
Baby was gotten ready and deposited in its cart. An hour and a half later Williams returned and began to tell of being at Clark park to listen to the band concert and how he stood and listened to the strains of a German band. Of his visits to the drug store, to the hardware store, etc.
"But where is the baby?" interrupted Mrs. Williams.
"What baby?"
"Why, our little Ralph." said Mrs. Williams, apprehensively.
"I do not know, how should I" said the husband.
"You took him out in his cart."
"No. I didn't."
Then the conversation before he started out was recalled to him and in a minute a man could be seen hotfooting it down to Dix and Hubbard avenues.
In front of Magdelener's drug store he spied a little smiling cherub seated in a go-cart surrounded by a dozen kids. The little fellow seemingly did not mind being forgotten, as he was having the time of his life, every kid in the bunch having taken it upon himself, or herself, to amuse the deserted baby. In a minute a frantic mother could be seen coming down Hubbard avenue, and the hugging and caressing that that little fellow got was good for sore eyes.
When Williams got home—well, let's draw the curtain.
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