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Amazing Stories by Grandparents - 7/6/2008 7:15:25 PM
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ry_guy
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I thought I'd start a thread on amazing stories told to people by their grandparents.
I'll share one of mine told to me by a grandparent, and you can share yours.
My grandfather served under General Patton in the European campaign during WWII. He was a messenger, and one of his main tasks was to operate between the front lines and command. When reinforcements were needed, he would go back, collect the needed men, and guide them to the front where they were needed. One evening it was viciously cold and he led a group of soldiers through a field to the front lines. The next day, he went by the same field, only this time it was cordoned off as a minefield. Supposedly it was so cold the previous evening that the mines were frozen and did not go off.
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RE: Amazing Stories by Grandparents - 7/6/2008 8:02:37 PM
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bosoxdd
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whats this have to do with faith.
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RE: Amazing Stories by Grandparents - 7/6/2008 8:21:08 PM
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delete123
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ORIGINAL: ry_guy
I thought I'd start a thread on amazing stories told to people by their grandparents.
I'll share one of mine told to me by a grandparent, and you can share yours.
My grandfather served under General Patton in the European campaign during WWII. He was a messenger, and one of his main tasks was to operate between the front lines and command. When reinforcements were needed, he would go back, collect the needed men, and guide them to the front where they were needed. One evening it was viciously cold and he led a group of soldiers through a field to the front lines. The next day, he went by the same field, only this time it was cordoned off as a minefield. Supposedly it was so cold the previous evening that the mines were frozen and did not go off.
Boy they were certainly blessed. I wish I had a story to share but I don't. When my mother divorced my dad, his family divorced us as well.
Peace
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RE: Amazing Stories by Grandparents - 7/7/2008 3:16:21 AM
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Covaan_Meshuga
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My paternal grandparents were born before the turn of the 20th century, and they didn't say much about their lives. My parents pretty well kept us from them by moving 2,500 miles from them, but I am grateful for having born where I was born. Regardless, I missed many of the grandparental stories I could have heard. Still, my own memories of them are good.
Grandfather had the deepest bass voice I have yet to hear in another. He also had a slow southern drawl. I would sit inside the house and just listen to him talk. It didn't matter what he talked about; I just wanted to hear him speak. But I soon learned that he was an intelligent man whose words held meaning.
Grandfather wasn't perfect. I remember the drama in the living room where their TV stood, as he and others there discussed the movie that would be on TV that night in the '50s. They were horrified that G-d would be portrayed by a black man. We did not get to see the movie that night, but I was able to enjoy it half a century later, when I discovered it on my own TV.
Today, I am the grandmother. When the grandchildren come for dinner, we make sure we tell them stories of our lives.
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RE: Amazing Stories by Grandparents - 7/7/2008 5:22:48 AM
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SonInMe1
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My grandfather died when I was 12. He was a ww1 vet, a water boy. I don't remember talking to him much at all.
He worked in the same stone quarry my dad did...and I eventually did. Some of the older guys knew him. The only story I know was he tried to quit smoking but would bum smokes from his fellow workers....he smoked op's.....other people's.
My grandmother lived until 1984. I knew her better. In fact I often would stay at her place. They lived with us in the old farm house, with her brother too, when I was little but set up a trailor about a hundred feet or so down the road.
She really didn't tell too many stories. She kinda was the story. The home baked pies and cookies and tarts. Popcorn balls at Holloween. Always reading at the supper table...it would take her an hour to eat. She would knit us mittens and afghans.
I did enjoy looking at her photo albums. All the old pictures of my dad when he was a boy...a picture of my grandfather coming second in some race...what the old farmhouse looked like 60 years before.
I can remember listening to her records too...Its a long long way to Tipperary, etc. 78's.
No one made a better mollasis cookie. The cider she always had...usually hard.
edited to add..
I forgot one story....my grandma let my sister, when she was a toddler, play with her wedding ring....she lost it....lol. They even let us play with the old muskets they had circa 1812.
My family had been in the area from about the mid to late 1700's. The first of our people to come to Dry Hill was my ancestor, Nathanial Harrington. Quite a charactor of the region even with some tall tales.
You can see Lake Ontario from a hill on our farm. He saw the battle of Sacketts Harbor going on, war of 1812, and decided he should go there and fight. By the time he fashioned his musket balls and got there it was three days later but he did get a musket out of it.
My mom is the historian and she can tell many stories about our family history. We had a map of our county made in the late 1800's if I remember correctly. It had the roads on it..and who lived on those roads. Its now in the county museum.
The church our family went to was started in 1803. They have all the old notes from way back when...who was caught playing cards and dancing...yep a baptist church.... 
< Message edited by SonInMe1 -- 7/7/2008 5:33:21 AM >
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