• Interesting shit about your family line/history
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My grandpa was involved with espionage operations in Siam and China, on communist party in China, Japanese occupation forces and drug syndicates Oh ya then he got to be a colonel in Taiwan Then China won and he ran to Taiwan My grandma got tortured via water torture and they rubbed chilli into her wounds for the whereabouts of my great grandpa cause he was a major general. Luckily she survived but she hates the Japanese and If I got a Japanese girlfriend she'll disown me lol Also great grandpa was a major general fighting the Commies and Japanese in China And my uncle owned a restaurant and then it closed down
My grandfather once tried to cook sausages by placing them in the kitchen sink and running warm tap water over them He isn't with us anymore
My recently deceased Grandfather was involved in a mission in Burma to transport Japanese POW's from outside of an unstable province. He came under fire and was bogged down after heavy storms, though his unit had few casualties and they made it to their destination, he received the GSM (General Service Medal) which he passed onto my father. My Great Grandmother who is still alive however had a neighbour whose house got shelled in WW2 and amazingly my grandmothers house stood firm [sp]neighbour and grandmother were in bombshelter, nobody died.[/sp]
I'm supposedly related to John Knox, the guy who burned down all the churches in Ireland and shot the pope, but the pope was cool about it and forgave him? Other than that my grandfather was in the Korean war and both wrote a book on it and helped found the new Hampshire veterans cemetery.
My great grandmother and my grandmother barely escaped the the Nazis and the Holocaust.
One of my ancestors, Ghikas Boulgaris, was captured by the British and found guilty of piracy. He was sent to Australia where he became the first Greek-Australian. Another one of my ancestors, George Cooper, was the first Treasurer of New Zealand and helped collect signatures from the Maori tribes for the Treaty of Waitangi. He also had a bay in Auckland named after him but it doesn't exist anymore. There is a street which in Auckland named after his wife. Another one, don't remember his name, was a member of the court of King Charles I, but sided with the Parliamentarians when the Civil War broke out. My great-grandfather fought as a Sergeant in the Battle of Passchendaele and lost his trousers which got snagged on a German wire. He got shot in the leg and was honourably discharged. My other great-grandfather was a Gunner who fought the Japanese during World War II.
[QUOTE=Ignhelper;51411062]My grandpa was involved with espionage operations in Siam and China, on communist party in China, Japanese occupation forces and drug syndicates Then China won and he ran to Taiwan My grandma got tortured via water torture and they rubbed chilli into her wounds for the whereabouts of my great grandpa cause he was a major general. Luckily she survived but she hates the Japanese and If I got a Japanese girlfriend she'll disown me lol And my uncle owned a restaurant and then it closed down[/QUOTE] My grandfather was a Taiwanese who fought for the Japanese in the WWII as a pilot My other grandfather was one of the KMT soldiers who ran to Taiwan when Communist China won in 1949 One of my grandfather's brother got shot for the suspicion of treason by the KMT when there was White Terror in Taiwan a few years later (he was a fucking painter)
This is a story about my paternal grandparents. My grandfather and his wife moved to Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia) after World War II, as he was pursuing a career in mining and they wanted colonials to come work for them down there. They bought a house and wanted to start their adult lives there. When my father was 3, his sister was 5 (I think), and my grandmother was pregnant, my grandfather died in a car crash. I don't really know much about my grandmother, and I suppose there's not much I can do to find out, but I can believe my father when he said she was a very strong woman. Somehow, she managed to raise all 3 children and lived until she died sometime in the 80s.
My Great Grandfather was born in the late 1800s in Italy. He grew up and became involved in the Mafia, but when he met his wife, he wanted to leave it all behind He quietly and quickly left Italy for Philadelphia, and he left his new family and wife back in Italy so that he could build up a life for them when they ended up sailing over in 1919. The mob in Philly ended up discovering his past rather quickly, and had two men force him to join. He refused their offers for many years, eventually they'd had enough. He was taken into a basement in South Philadelphia, and the two men took out pistols and said something to the effect of, "Are you going to join or not?" My grandfather then pulled out a shotgun and said "No," and shot and killed them both. The story doesn't end there. He decided to sail back to Italy from there to hide from the mob for the time being. However, when he got off the boat in 1915, he was instantly drafted into World War I. He had tons of stories from his times in the war, which I'll tell you about in a followup post if you guys want it. And yes, we still have the shotgun somewhere.
[url]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_II_of_England[/url] This guy was enough of a cunt that a big ol' bill of rights was written to condemn him, greatly advanced human rights. For example, 'cruel and unusual punishment' became illegal The number of kids who miscarriaged or died young or didn't go on to have more kids is astounding. Who knows how I got here
[QUOTE=mcgrath618;51411398]My Great Grandfather was born in the late 1800s in Italy. He grew up and became involved in the Mafia, but when he met his wife, he wanted to leave it all behind He quietly and quickly left Italy for Philadelphia, and he left his new family and wife back in Italy so that he could build up a life for them when they ended up sailing over in 1919. The mob in Philly ended up discovering his past rather quickly, and had two men force him to join. He refused their offers for many years, eventually they'd had enough. He was taken into a basement in South Philadelphia, and the two men took out pistols and said something to the effect of, "Are you going to join or not?" My grandfather then pulled out a shotgun and said "No," and shot and killed them both. The story doesn't end there. He decided to sail back to Italy from there to hide from the mob for the time being. However, when he got off the boat in 1915, he was instantly drafted into World War I. He had tons of stories from his times in the war, which I'll tell you about in a followup post if you guys want it. And yes, we still have the shotgun somewhere.[/QUOTE] Can I get an autograph for your book Hell I'll fucking read his bio if you make a book
my mothers side is a long line of quakers [editline]22nd November 2016[/editline] and not the oatmeal ones
apparently my great great grandfather walked from Mexico City to Wisconsin
Two of my Norwegian step-grandfathers (my dear old grandma is a bit loose) did some mad shit. One was a neurosurgeon who was supposed to operate on a spy during the german occupation in WW2. He waved his scalpel around angrily and convinced the guards to leave the operating theatre with their dirty boots. The spy was very much not in need of surgery, and there was an open window. The other was a soldier in the 50s and 60s. His parents were missionaries in Congo. When everything went to shit in 1960, Norway sent a small group as part of UN peacekeeping forces to help evacuate fleeing Europeans. His group got captured and were supposed to be executed by being dropped out of a plane. The weather didn't permit that, so the plane was grounded. They were taken back to a camp, and miraculously reunited with his dad [I]who had befriended the local warlord.[/I] They chilled at the camp for a couple of days, then rigged up an armoured train with the warlord's help. This rolling pile of machineguns and sandbags took them all the way to the coast and a ship got them back to Norway. That's some fucking movie shit.
I'm supposedly the ancestor of one of many prisoners that jumped off a ship sailing to the "New World. " Or some shit like that. One of my great uncles fought in World War II and was in the midst of a battle fighting the Germans. A tank came around the corner and fired at him but it missed and exploded nearby, leaving him buried alive. It fired another shell and unburied him and when he came out from under, he was left unscathed or something like that. He survived the war. Nice. Another one of my great uncles fought in the same war too. During a patrol with his buddies, they've managed to capture two Hitler Youth's. They took them inside a nearby farmstead and interrogated them. After the interrogation, my uncle, the crazy bastard, shot one of them in the chest and killed him instantly. The other kid, frightened at this, ran out the door. One of his buddies, sitting down, said to "leave him be" but the first kill that my uncle scored wasn't enough. He, then, fucking shot the other kid right in the back and killed him. His buddy said something like "why'd you do that for?" He replied. "Better to kill them now. Tommorow they'd be killing us."
My dads family fled Armenia during the genocide into Turkey, changing their last name from the Armenian Yilmazian to Yilmaz, a more Turkish last name. My dad and my grandmother came to the states when he was six
A relative of mine was a 3rd class passenger on the Titanic and survived: [url]https://www.encyclopedia-titanica.org/titanic-survivor/karl-albert-midtsjo.html[/url] One of my grandfathers was born in Poland in 1923 and was a teenager when the germans invaded in 1939. He was captured and underwent forced labour throughout the whole war. From what I can gather he sat in different camps in Poland, then was sent to Finland, and finally ended up in Norway where he was forced to help in the construction of railroads in basically arctic conditions. No idea how he survived, but he did.
My mom's dad was a radar operator on a ship that was in the Vietnam war. He has an unusual amount of medals considering he was never promoted and was told to never say what they were for, also one of his awards is dated slightly after Tonkin, so make of that as you will. He was also an illustrator for Lockheed-Martin and was in Iran in 1979 for something he also couldn't talk about. I never got to meet him, he died in his home in Kennesaw in 2003 of ambiguous causes (the doctors don't know which overdose killed him because the man was FUCKED UP when he was taken to hospital). When we went to clean out his house I saw lots of dog shit, rattlesnake skins (recent sheddings not trophies) and a black widow. Oh and I think my mom counted something like 20 guns which she had to sell off.
[QUOTE=Ignhelper;51411520]Can I get an autograph for your book Hell I'll fucking read his bio if you make a book[/QUOTE] You haven't even gotten to WWI yet. He served in a regiment in the trenches, and once was ordered to shoot a man as he was taking a piss in No Man's Land. He was eventually captured by the Germans and thrown into an internment camp. He and a handful of others led a revolt in the camp and in the confusion they successfully escaped. He roamed the German countryside living off of what food he could find until he was eventually arrested for stealing food. He was thrown back into the camp and remained there for the rest of the war. He tried to lead another revolt but it was put down. He then contracted pneumonia and was too weak to do anything too impressive. He lost about 90 lbs in the camp, and then began to make his way home to Italy when the war concluded in 1918. Will continue in pt. 3 if you guys want. His journey home was like a little Odyssey
Some of my grand-parents were supposedly nazi collaborators :s: Jesus I hope no one got killed because of them, I only learned recently about this.
I'm a direct descendant of Daniel Boone.
My grandmother on my fathers side survived the siege of leningrad as a child apparently. She's still alive too.
[QUOTE=mcgrath618;51411686]You haven't even gotten to WWI yet. He served in a regiment in the trenches, and once was ordered to shoot a man as he was taking a piss in No Man's Land. He was eventually captured by the Germans and thrown into an internment camp. He and a handful of others led a revolt in the camp and in the confusion they successfully escaped. He roamed the German countryside living off of what food he could find until he was eventually arrested for stealing food. He was thrown back into the camp and remained there for the rest of the war. He tried to lead another revolt but it was put down. He then contracted pneumonia and was too weak to do anything too impressive. He lost about 90 lbs in the camp, and then began to make his way home to Italy when the war concluded in 1918. Will continue in pt. 3 if you guys want. His journey home was like a little Odyssey[/QUOTE] please do tell more its really cool how his story passed down this detailed to his grandchild if only my granddads lived long enough to pass on their tales
My grandma was born in Cairo of an Armenian father (who fled the genocide) and Slovenian mother (they spoke French at home). Her dad died when she was still young so she was sent to a German-language boarding school. She moved to Switzerland with her mum in the 60's and married an Italian. As a result she speaks like 6 languages. Also I had a great-great-uncle who was a paratrooper in the Afrika Korps. At some point he broke his leg when landing and was captured.
Mother's side of my family were East Germans who were Stasi informants. My dad's side were Scottish cattle thieves. We've got pretty nice guys in our ancestry.
My grandmother on my mother's side was a heir to the Grupo Modelo fortune, the company that produces Corona Beer. She lost out on it because her family didn't approve of her husband, and her brothers received the split share of her inheritance
My great-great-great grandfather fought in the civil war. He fought in 3 battles before losing his leg and retiring, and my great-grandmother [I]allegedly[/I] ran a whorehouse for the mafia. Otherwise my ancestors got kicked out of pretty much every country in Europe for being dickheads. That leaves me as a mixture of gypsy, german, french, italian, etc.
my great grandpa died in stalingrad one of my ancestors owned land in the elsace a few hundred or so years ago
My ancestor Gratian was a lord in Brittany until "The Mad War" happened in which he went to fight the French and got wounded, he fled the battlefield still bleeding from a massive gash on the side of his chest and went home, he then packed a chest full of his stuff and rowed all the way to the channel island Jersey in a little dinghy all while he was still bleeding. When he arrived the local nobility recognized him, gave him land and made him a baron for some reason.
my great and then some grandfather, Russel King Homer (1815-1890), was captain of two mormon wagon companies, [url]https://history.lds.org/overlandtravel/pioneers/4729[/url] and apparently talked his way out of a fight with some indians. [url]https://history.lds.org/overlandtravel/sources/79066448794069622090-eng/homer-william-h-reminiscences-in-rachel-maretta-homer-crockett-homer-family-history-1942-25-27?firstName=Russell%20King&surname=Homer[/url] [thumb]https://content.ldschurch.org/bc/content/Pioneer%20Photos/Company%20Captains/Homer_Russell-K_PH%201700_187.jpg[/thumb]
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