Saw this on another forum I frequent and thought I'd try it here. Got any interesting family members or events you wanna share, good or bad?
My great, great, great, great uncle was the Governor of NC in the 1870's. I could be off on the # of greats. The guy's pic creeps me out cause it looks almost exactly like my grandfather and a little my dad.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtis_Hooks_Brogden (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtis_Hooks_Brogden)
My great uncle was the VP of Reebok until he retired.
I've got 2 second cousins locked up for life for murder. Both from the same side of the family but different events. One of them was pretty big news in NC years ago when it happened.
My great, great grandfather owned a large portion of the land that is now Smith Mountain Lake in VA. Sold it for next to nothing according to the family tales.
Another distantly related part of my family is descended from President Andrew Johnson.
And then there's the dude on the right:
(http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d45/Gibsonchild/andygriffth_1146646666.jpg)
On a non-family note, a former client of Mom's is a Hatfield, a direct descendant of the infamous Hatfield and McCoy fued.
My grandmother grew up with Elvis and I have several cool stories that she told me over the years.
So let's hear it... The good, the bad and the ugly about your families.
My wife grandmother used to work for Lucille Ball. That's all I got...
My grandfather used to sell luggage to Al Capone, LaBonte's luggage in springfield IL
Was known as little chicago, they'd close down the store for them.
Also My grandma labonte was asked out by Agustus Busch of anheiser busch, but turned him down.
One of my grandfathers flipped a Jeep over with George Patton in it.
One of my ancestors was a direct student of Confucius.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.
Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...
It's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Great, now go brush your teeth...
My mother, father, and little sister all were diagnosed with advanced stages of cancer within a 1 year period. My father + sister were diagnosed within 2 months of each other, + both were told they likely would not live.
-ALL of them made full recoverys have been cancer-free for over 5 years now!! Can you blame me for wondering when my turn is?? :-\
-In addition to having cancer, my mother survived (walked away from!!) a United Airlines 727 crash in Cleveland, OH back in the late 1970's in which many were killed (overshot the landing and the thrust reversers failed, hurtling the plane full-speed across a highway + into a corn field), on her way back from being dumped by her former fiance!!
-My father survived a high-speed parachute malfunction while skydiving when both his main AND reserve chutes became tangled (this was after the cancer)...
-No famous people involved, but I just thought it'd be interesting to share... :)
Quote from: Rameses on June 18, 2008, 11:21:18 PM
One of my grandfathers flipped a Jeep over with George Patton in it.
I had a mixed reaction about that one.
Anyway...I think my aunt (non-blood) is a distant cousin of Maria Shriver.
That's it for me...I think.
My great grandfather on my mom's side invented Sea Foam.
His son marketed it into a very successful product and sold the company a few years ago but still works there as their VP of Sales 3 days a week.
My grandfather on my dad's side owned West Realty until the mid 70s when he sold his company to another real estate firm that became Iowa Realty, the largest realtor in the state.
My great grandfather several times removed on my dad's mom's side was none other than Robert the Bruce. I have the family tree tracing it all the way back and beyond there.
Me...well...I fix computers.
Quote from: Rameses on June 19, 2008, 12:35:35 AM
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.
Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...
It's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
[laugh] Any chance you were listening to "Fresh Air with Terry Gross" yesterday around 7:00 pm
My great uncle played for MLB in the 30's...He was black but had to act as a cuban to be allowed to play (according to my grandfather).
I never met him.
My Grandfather also was a truck driver for the U.S. Army Air-Corp in Pearl Harbor that actually loaded up supplies to the firgate that my other grandfather was the commanding officer of during WW II.
My mother was on the Phil Donahue show twice.
My great uncle was the former head of the "Black Mafia" in New Jersey. I never met him either. He owned a whole bunch of convenience stores and Laundromats. My family on that side still have a great deal of the money. Both of his grand daughters (my cousins) lost both of there fiances on 9-11 (both cops in the towers).
My stepfather was a professor at Cochran Art School and is pretty well known in the art world...John Clendening.
My father was a professor in Japan and is a pretty well know photographer...Wynn White
I'm not sure how great these stories are but they're my family.
Probably related to David Della Rocco from the movie Boon Dock Saint somehow.
One of my great x1000 ancestored invented the wheel.
Bob
Maternal
My Grandmother was the first female Barber (not Hairdresser, Barber) in Kentucky.
My Grandfather was a champion horse trainer and buggy racer.
My last name is Garnett. My grandmother's maiden name is Kemp. I'm white, but often joke that my only famous distant relatives are Shawn Kemp and Kevin Garnett. ;D
My mother dated Pat Riley in college, during his days playing at UK.
Paternal
My Great-Great-Grandfather built a large portion of Missouri's Capital, Jefferson City
My Grandfather built a large portion of the residential subdivisions in suburbs south of Kansas City
My Grandmother was an executive secretary at TWA and worked with Howard Hughes
My Father at various points was a security guard at NASA in Houston during the space race, was half of the 2 man paramedic/ambulance crew for the KC Chiefs, owned a parking lot sweeper, owned & ran a cheerleading camp and uniform business (which sadly, was gone by the time I could have truly appreciated it. ;D), owned the donut shop in Steamboat, Co, published brochures and programs for half of the country music attractions in Branson, Mo, and built and ran the first movie theater in my home town. He is self taught in everything and never finished college...kinda like me. ;)
My cousin owns a small percentage of MicroSoft.
Quote from: TJR178 on June 19, 2008, 09:39:46 AM
I had a mixed reaction about that one.
It wasn't intentional.
My grandfather was the one
driving the Jeep.
I'm a decendant of William Wallace. I can't recall the exact line, I'd have to bug my Grandma Missy for the geneology chart. Her and my Grandpa went to Scotland and traced the family tree before he died...... :'( I still miss the guy and that was close to 15yrs ago. My cousins can also trace their geneology to Robert the Bruce, it's through their Dad though who isn't blood relation to me.
Cool history about my last name I just found.
The Waugh Family
An historical and photographic perspective
The Ancient History
Of the Distinguished Surname
WAUGH
"Few areas in Briton have produced as many notable families in world history such as the names Armstrong, Nixon, Graham, Bell, Carson, Hume, Irving, Lock, Rutherford, as the Border of England and Scotland. The family name Waugh is included in this group.
Researchers have confirmed the first documented history of this name is lowland Scotland and northern England, tracing it through many ancient manuscripts, including private collections of historical and genealogical records, the Inquisitio, the Exchequer Rolls of Scotland, the Ragman Rolls, The Hearth Rolls, the Domesday Book, parish cartularies, baptismals, and tax rolls. The first record of the name Waugh was found in Dumfriessshire where they had been seated in Wauchopedale from about the year 1249. Robert de Wauchope was one of twelve knights who negotiated the law of the border territories in 1249.
Different spellings of the name were found in the archives researched, typically linking each alternate to the root of the surname. The surname Waugh occurred in many references, from time to time the surname was spelt Waugh, Wauchope, Waughe, Walge, Wach, Walcht, and these changes in spelling frequently occurred, even between father and son. Scribes and church officials recorded the name from its sound.
The family name Waugh is believed to be descended originally from the Strathclyde Britons. This ancient, founding race of the north were a mixture of Gaelic/Celts whose original territories ranged from Lancashire in the south, northward to the north bank of the River Clyde in Scotland.
Tracing its ancient development, the name Waugh was found in Lanarkshire. The abbreviation of Waugh created a separate branch of the clan, and David Waugh of Lanarkshire, Robert Waugh of Heap, rendered homage to King Edward I of England on his brief conquest of Scotland in 1296. This latter person may have been the same as Robert de Wauchope who also rendered homage for the Wauchopes. The Waughs of Heap or Hope in Wilton, in Roxburgshire, held their lands from the 13th to the 17th century. Both branches of this border clan played a significant role in border life. The Wauchopes were registered in Scottish Parliament as a border clan with its own chief in 1590. Edward Waugh was forgiven his part in a murder as a follower of the Earl of Casilis. Jointly this name held many territories as far north as Aberdeen, and traded freely with England. In 1672 the principal branches were Edmiston, Niddrie and Larkhall. The name Wauchope fell out of favour in latter years. Notable amongst the family at this time was Robert de Wauchope.
By the year 100 AD, border life was in turmoil. In 1246, 6 chiefs from the Scottish side and 6 from the English side met at Carlisle and produced a set of laws governing all the border Clans. These were unlike any laws prevailing in England or Scotland or, for that matter, anywhere else in the world. For example, it was a far greater offence to refuse to help a neighbour recover his property, wife, sheep, cattle or horses than it was to steal them in the first place. Hence the expression 'Hot Trod' , or a hot pursuit, from which we get the modern 'Hot to Trot'. For refusal of assistance during a 'Hot Trod', a person could be hanged on the instant, without trial. Frequently, the descendants of these clans or families apologetically refer to themselves as being descended from 'Cattle or horse thieves' when, in fact, it was an accepted code of life on the border.
In 1603, the unified English and Scottish crowns under James I dispersed these 'unruly border clans, clans which had served loyally in the defense of each side. The unification of the governments was threatened and it was imperative that the old 'border code' should be broken up. Hence, the Border Clanswere banished to England, northern Scotland and to Ireland. Some were outlawed directly to Ireland, the Colonies and the New World.
Many Border Clans settled in Northern Ireland, transferred between 1650 and 1700 with grants of land provided they 'undertook' to remain protestant. Hence they became known as the 'Undertakers'. Many became proudly Irish. Five families of Waugh transferred to Ulster in Armagh.
But life in Ireland was little more rewarding and they sought a more challenging life. They looked to the New World and sailed aboard the 'White Sails' and armada of sailing ships such as the Hector, the Rambler and the Dove which struggled across the stormy Atlantic. Some ships lost 30 or 40% of their passenger list, migrants who were buried at sea having died from dysentery, cholera, small pox and typhoid.
In North America, some of the first migrants which could be considred kinsmen of the family nameWaugh and their spelling variants were Mathew Waugh, a soldier, settled in St. John's Newfoundland, in 1837; John Wauchope settled in Philadelphia in 1825; Dorothy Waugh settled in New England in 1656; James and John Waugh setled in Charles Town S.C. in 1767; William Waugh settled in Baltimore, Maryland in 1788; Hele Waugh, her husband and child, settled in Savannah, Georgia, in 1820. The migrants formed wagon trains westward, rolling west to the prairies, or the west coast. During the American War of Independence those that remained loyal to the Crown moved north into Canada and became known as the United Empire Loyalists.
There were many notable contemporaries of this name Waugh, Sir Patrick Wauchope, Horticulturalist; Alec Waugh, American Author; Auberon Waugh, Private Eye; Evelyn Waugh, Author.
The most ancient grant of a Coat of Arms was: Gold with a gold wheatsheaf and at the top two gold stars.
The Crest is: a gold wheatsheaf.
The ancient family motto for this distinguished name is: 'Industria Ditat'."
Half of my family is German.... they killed people and broke things
The other half is Dutch..... they stuck their fingers in dykes.
Nobody in my family is famous. We're a family of mutts and grunts, cept a distant cousin of a cousin of a cousin, who has written a few books
http://www.zooglobble.com/archives/2007/01/review_a_curious_glimpse_of_mi.html
I did once dated a woman who was related to Daniel Boone.( he shot a bar )
my paternal grandfather was western chief pilot for Trans Canada Airlines (now Air Canada) back in the late 40's early 50's. he quit before ever flying a jet.
for those who know about such things his pilot's license number was AT140 (Air Transport?). apparently that got a laugh from the flight-plan folks more often than not.
other than that, my sister who's an accountant who is married to an accountant. how's that?
lets see........
great great grand something or other was the first governor of Maine when it achieved statehood
grandpa was at Normandy, and Bastogne
uncle was CO 5th SFG, vietnam until late 1969
Jeremiah Johnson is my idol
Quote from: bobspapa on June 19, 2008, 12:27:40 PM
The other half is Dutch..... they stuck their fingers in dykes.
Part Dutch here, too. My sister is working to keep the Dutch heritage of our family alive. She switched teams a couple years ago.
I am descendant from a long line of miscreants, ne'er-do-wells and otherwise disreputable people. I will sire no children.
Quote from: bobspapa on June 19, 2008, 12:27:40 PM
The other half is Dutch..... they stuck their fingers in dykes.
Hee hee. I hope you meant 'dikes'..... ;D
My Great Uncle, Tommy Duncan, sang with Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys back in the '40s and 50s. Western Swing Yeeee Haww.
I have a cousin that has won the Bass Masters Classic 4 times. Rick Clunn
I am a great painter.... I painted for 10 years. I thought I would never finish that house.
Mom's side...
I'm descended from German chocolatiers and intellectuals. My great grandfather (and my namesake) decoded the musical notation system for Gregorian chants. And my grandfather was one of the "discoverers" of chaos theory.
Or "They've got their own wiki pages, pregnant doges!"
Dad's side.
Great grandfather was part of a plot to kill the Tzar's nephew in Vilnus, Lithuania. (Filthy anarchist!) Fled the country in a boxcar and ended up in America. Grandfather was a grifter, lied about his age to get into WWI, became involved in the labor movement, helped with the New Deal, lied about his age to get into WWII, became a very successful businessman, post-war.
On my paternal Grandmother's side: The Great grandfather was the only atheist in all of Cork County, Ireland. My Grandmother was the smartest woman I've ever met. Self taught, and read about 3 books a week.
Geeze. I'm kinda pathetic next to all that...
Quote from: Rameses on June 19, 2008, 12:35:35 AM
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.
Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...
It's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Hey Austin! Nice to see you in these parts! ;D
Quote from: WannaDucBad on June 19, 2008, 11:22:54 AM
I'm a decendant of William Wallace.
i like to think I'm part of that clan cause my Grandfather on my mother's side's last name is Wallis.... and they umm changed their spelling to avoid... oh whatever.
one of my sisters played water polo in the summer olympic festivals two years in a row.
thats all i got, but good thread, gonna have to look some stuff up.
I can be traced all the way back to the O'Naillan clan if Ireland. Possibly a nomadic clan, since the name evolved into 'Noland' at some point. I am named after an ancestor that fought in the civil war. My grandfather was a Marine and was one of the 1st on the shore at Iwo Jima. He and the soldiers he landed with had a life expectancy of 30 seconds once they hit the sand. He was a luck one, and came back home ~
JM
My Grandfather was a guerrila fighter and an enlisted U.S. Scout (Philippines), fought side by side with the U.S. Army against the Japanese in WWII.
He was captured by the Japanese with of 12 his comrades. Were tortured and was ordered to dig their on graves and all was beheaded.
All of them are Philippine National Heroes. They have statues/monuments in Park's and Plaza's in their honor.
Hmmm lets see..
My Full name is Jesus Guillermo Acosta Flores Penso Marcano
I have a pretty make the beast with two backsed up family history:
From the Penso Side:
One of my ancestors was a dutch pirate named John Coco who was shipwrecked off the coast of Venezuela. Whilst in the water, he made a pact with god during the storm that he would be a reformed man if he was saved. Sure enough, he washed up on the shores of Maracaibo and dug his sword into the sand. With the hilt of the sword making a "P" and the initials of that which would guide his life from now on Este, Norte, Sur, Oeste (East, South, North and West); he took the name John PENSO.
Pic of the newspaper article:
(http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v251/50/115/660958422/n660958422_541671_7159.jpg)
From the Acosta Side:
My grandfather's father was a general in a failed coup to overthrow the government. His wife died giving birth to his firstborn (my grandfather) and he was ambushed at his wife's funeral by government troops. He was left an orphan three days after he was born. The government took over all the lands that were my grandfather's by birthright and left him and his grandmother in complete poverty.
His grandmother took him in and raised him in poverty until one day, when he was five, he came back from school to find her dead in the floor of their little hut. Knowing no one, but an uncle he had two states over, he stole a bicycle and rode there, stealing food along the way to nourish himself.
He finally made it to where his uncle lived and was taken in by him. He excelled at math and when his uncle realized this, he sent him to the capital to study economics on a scholarship.
He owned his own bank by the time he was 30.
From the Marcano Side of the family:
My grandmother descends from an native tribe in South America called the Carib Indians. They were known for their fierceness and would ritualistically eat the hearts of their defeated opponents to get their strength.
They were so fierce and skilled in combat, that the Caribbean Sea is named after them.
My grandma always swore we were related to Elvis. This was well before she lost her mind but we still never really believed her.
My dads second cousin or someone like that was the CEO of TGI Friday's and is credited with taking them nationwide.
i am a relative of Judah P. Benjamin, vice president of the Confederacy. My great grandfather was his nephew.
my pop was in ww2 and in the korean war... AAC and then USAF intelligence. silver star recipient. all-around nice guy, RIP.
mom's family was a founding family for the jewish community in mississippi in the 1800s. nothing notable beyond funding the community buildings in a small town. fun to see your name in lights.
I'm the son of a Detroit assembly line worker and a nurse. My grandfathers fought in WW I and WW II.
I won the 2005 Ducati Monster Challenge.
Yeah....that's it in a nut-shell.
As far as I know my family has remained in the behind the scenes action throughout the course of history except for an unverified revolutionary war soldier who uncovered a British spy. /shrug
My wife, however is a descendant of the well known "pirate" Captain Kidd.
This is a cool thread so I want to "reactivate" it. My family history is kinda f'd up but pretty interesting:
My entire family resides in New Mexico and are all descendents of the Spanish families that colonized New Spain. That means there was some imbreeding. I've seen the family trees and yes, cousins married cousins all in the name of "preserving the Spanish blood" so if I seem retarded, that's probably why [cheeky]
My mom's side, Archuleta, came to NM in 1598 to colonize New Mexico, establishing the first capital ever in what is now the US (yes, it was **not** in New England as popularly thought) in San Juan de los Caballeros which is where a lot of my family was born and still lives and where little me was baptized. The Archuleta side is interesting because they are responsible for the name of the famous "Ghost Ranch" because they used to steal people's cattle and murder them and eventually one killed the other for the ranch. "Ghost Ranch" is famous for being the home of artist Georgie O'keefe and for being the film site of many movies (most recently 310 to Yuma). My Archuletas settled in a town near there called Abiqui which is where I grew up but they switched back and forth from there to another town due to frequent raids by the local Native Americans. My grandma used to tell me stories about her village getting raided by Native Americans.... in the 1930's! My great-great-great grandfather, Jesus Maria Archuleta, was actually captured by the Natives and rescued once. There is actually an entire book about the Archuletas and quite a few books about my hometown out there.
My dad's side, Borrego, is less exciting. My first ancestor, Don Diego Vasquez de Borrego, came to NM from Antequera in Andulucia, Spain (I've been there and it's a damn cool town) fleeing his wife and some kind of crime. Coolness on that side is that one of my cousins participated in a rebellion in the 1960's that attempted to restore New Mexico Spanish land grants by succeeding from the United States - linky: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reies_Tijerina (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reies_Tijerina)
so ya, some pretty cool stories in my family. Unfortunately I missed out on a lot of them because I don't speak enough Spanish to really communicate with a lot of my older relatives that speak very little English. :-\
My great, great, great, granddad burned down the city I live in.
Maj. Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman...
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/19/William-Tecumseh-Sherman.jpg/472px-William-Tecumseh-Sherman.jpg)
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/Sherman_sea_1868.jpg)
And don't think we won't do it again.
he's got that... "take the f'n picture already" look go'n on.
"don't make me burn down this studio"
confederate general jubal early
confederate general robert e. Lee
the kid who was sent by the jamestown colonists to live with the local indians (can't remember his name right now)
a bunch of pennsylvania mountain hicks on my grandfathers side.
Quote from: wbeck257 on June 24, 2008, 05:36:04 AM
My great, great, great, granddad burned down the city I live in.
Maj. Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman...
And don't think we won't do it again.
we were raised to hate that make the beast with two backser.
one night i pissed on the statue in NYC.. it's right at the south east corner of central park.
it gives me some pleasure that he is wearing a toupee of pigeon shit.
can't see it here, plus they photoshopped the color.
(http://www.centralpark2000.com/assets/attractions/sherP0017340.jpg)
you can see the color better in this pic, plus a little "heap" on his head
(http://www.donnan.com/images/NYC15.jpg)
Quote from: ducatizzzz on June 24, 2008, 10:47:11 AM
we were raised to hate that make the beast with two backser.
seriously? hate is a strong word. and make the beast with two backser... well... [coffee]
Quote from: eyeboy on June 24, 2008, 10:52:34 AM
seriously? hate is a strong word. and make the beast with two backser... well... [coffee]
more or less. certainly not to revere him.
he wasn't very nice, either, which is why i call him a make the beast with two backser.
and hate is just the past tense of heat.
Quote from: ducatizzzz on June 24, 2008, 11:00:01 AM
and hate is just the past tense of heat.
[laugh] [laugh]
Quote from: wbeck257 on June 24, 2008, 05:36:04 AM
My great, great, great, granddad burned down the city I live in.
....
And don't think we won't do it again.
[laugh] [laugh] [laugh] [laugh] [laugh] [laugh]
I am somehow related robert e lee on my mom's side
there is a vauge connection to daniel boone
my fave is the scottish part. Clan Graham.
they were from a group of clans known as reivers. one of the best stories involvesthe theft of some sheep.
in retaliation, as the story goes, the grahams went over to the offenders place and killed everything. all the sheep, horses, dogs, pigs, people, ect...
and they say i have a bad temper. HAHA
family motto is Ne Oublie (never forget)...we do tend to hold grudges too
maybe i'm just genetically predisposed to being an angry hooligan.
Quote from: ducatizzzz on June 24, 2008, 10:47:11 AM
we were raised to hate that make the beast with two backser.
one night i pissed on the statue in NYC.. it's right at the south east corner of central park.
it gives me some pleasure that he is wearing a toupee of pigeon shit.
i grew up in the south and a lot of the old old timers had nothing good to ay about the blue bellies.
personally, i never quite understood why they held onto that until i got much older.
one day my mom, sister, and i were in an antique shop whent he owner started prattling on about why there are no good southern antiques. he was basically saying we are too stupid to keep things nice. we had enough and as we were leaving my sister turns to him and says "we might have some if you assholes hadn't burnt it all or stolen it!"
my mom smacked her for cursing, but was laughing the entire time.
Quote from: KnightofNi on June 24, 2008, 11:27:44 AM
my mom smacked her for cursing, but was laughing the entire time.
mom sounds like a classy Southern lady. Kudos to her!
Quote from: ducatizzzz on June 24, 2008, 01:24:05 PM
mom sounds like a classy Southern lady. Kudos to her!
she is pretty classy. she could out burp any of my uncles as a kid and would show us up when we started having contests as kids.
but i was 26 years old before i heard her curse.
Let's see: My sister has been an editor at Cosmo, Maxim, and Fitness magazines, among others.
Both grandfathers helped out in WWII. Paternal was a flight surgeon in Europe.
Maternal was a malaria control agent at an airstrip in Indochina. He was also the first member of his family born in the US. His older sister was born in The Old Country.
Great grandparents on my dad's side made the Oklahoma land rush. Legitimately. We're not Sooners.
Had a great uncle or cousin or something or other on my dad's side named Jim James, a direct descendant of Jesse James of old west infamy.
The thing about my family's history I'm most proud of, tho, is that about 450 years ago all record of my dad's side disappears in France and we suddenly show up in England. To the best anyone can ascertain we got deported.
Nothing.
My family is a bunch of losers.
I'm carrying on the family business!
[drink]
My youngest sister is a doctor of biochemistry, and ex-professor at Dartmouth College.
My father played AAA baseball for the NY Yankees farm team, then received a doctorate in Industrial Psychology. He then was drafted, and served as a medic in a MASH unit in Korea. Afterward, he went into civil service, and evenyually ended up as head of research psychology for the dept. of defense. He headed the team that produced the entry exam when the army decided to allow women to enlist. He served as president of the American Psychological association for two years in the eighties. He was on the 14th street bridge when it was hit by a commercial jet back in the seventies, and his office in the pentagon was demolished on 9/11. Fortunately, he was attending a meeting in Crystal City that morning. He lost 90% of his staff that day. He has now retired.
His father owned a clothing store in the Bronx.
My mothers father owned a moving business in Philadelphia, sold it, and eventually ended up as CEO of Hahneman hospital in Philly.
My Uncle Sam Podolsky was a member of the flying tigers squadron in WWII.
My mothers sister went to woodstock, travelled to California, joined a commune, and was arrested for growing pot, and selling acid in the seventies. She's now CFO of an insurance company in San Francisco.
My great great great grandfather was a convict on his way to Australia, but jumped ship at Cape Town and now I am stuck in this shithole called South Africa ;D