Family History - Tell us!

Sounds a lot like the people with there: "my family came over in the 1700s, well before the revolution" kind of people, who think that makes them special.

Heh, my family did come over well before the Revolution, but I don't think that makes me special.
 
Heh, my family did come over well before the Revolution, but I don't think that makes me special.
Me either - I think it's a cool bit of family history to be able to talk about a family member back in the seventeenth century in America, but it's not like I think it makes me more American than j00 or anything like that. Hell, I wasn't even born in this country!
 
Dachs said:
Me either - I think it's a cool bit of family history to be able to talk about a family member back in the seventeenth century in America, but it's not like I think it makes me more American than j00 or anything like that. Hell, I wasn't even born in this country!

Goddamn illegal immigrants!
 
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Sounds a lot like the people with there: "my family came over in the 1700s, well before the revolution" kind of people, who think that makes them special.

Obviously there is nothing special about those whose ancestors came here in the 1700s. Those whose ancestors came in the 1600s on the other hand... ;) :p
 
One of my great grandfathers had a very fascinating yet tragic life. He was a Jewish doctor in the Ukraine just before the First World War who made an attempt to immigrate to the USA. Anyways, his ship wrecked somewhere near Marseilles but most on board were fortunately rescued. He ended up staying in France briefly and met my great grandmother there (also Jewish) and the two eventually left for America together. They ended up in Chicago where my grandfather worked as a pro bono doctor of sorts for the poor in the area. He eventually helped "the wrong person" one day when he saved the life of someone the Chicago Outfit had attempted to kill. The Outfit came after him and gave him a savage beating, paralyzing him from the waste down permanently. Supposedly Frank Nitti was among those who came for him...He continued to work as best he could and learned to stay away from the Mob, but that wasn't enough to save him....One day, while sitting on the side of the road with his son (my great uncle), a car, probably a drunk driver or something, came speeding down the street and up onto the curb. My great grandfather was hit and killed. He probably would have been able to move in time if he had use of his legs.

Obviously I can't verify how much of this crazy story is true, but it is what I've always been told.

Also, funny enough on the Frank Nitti thing, my grandfather has met Frank Nitti's great or great-great grandson and fished with him. He apparently lives up near Lake Mille Lacs in Minnesota
 
Pfft, everyone knows the only cool people are first generation Italian American New Yorkers.
The only "cool" New Yorkers are the ones who are freezing on the streets in the winter.

Off topic:
Seiously, Lake Mille Lacs?
That creative, lets name the lake "Lake Thousand Lakes" :) I assume something was lost over time and/or in translation.
 
Another bit of my family history, brought to you by October 26th, 1993. My grandfather on my moms side used to be a fairly high-ranking official for the Yakutsk province, and he simultaneously worked as the head of the fish and game patrol in Magadan, mostly stopping Japanese fishermen from violating Russian waters and claimed fisheries. Our family in 1992 was worth some 50 million rubles due to having ownership of this company. On october 26th, 1993, after some complications from surgery, he passed away. His underlings squandered the company, dissolving it in 1995. Thus, we went from being worth 50 million rubles to about 100,000.

And to think, if that surgeon had done the stitches right, I might still have both of my grandfathers alive.
 
The family on my father's side come from a city in SE Poland. The city itself and its surroundings were on former polish-ruthenian frontier, and were settled with Germans from Saxony and from Silesia in late Middle Ages, but were completely polonised. I may descend from these settlers or not. My family was petty gentry and rich peasants. My great-grandfather used to own a manor house, some land and several brickyards. I don't know what's happened to that. My grandfather was a school teacher, a principal of the local school. To keep that position, he entered the communist party after ww2. My father moved to Upper Silesia for studies, and settled there.

My mother's side is a bit more complicated. They come from Podolia region in Ukraine, small cities close to Dniester river. I haven't investigated that, but, allegedly, my great grandmother was Armenian, which is probable, because there were many armenian colonies there. Armenians settled in Crimea somewhere around XI century, they were patzinakised (sort of turkified) in language, and moved further north to the duchy/Kingdom of Halicz, which was inherited/conquered by Poland. They got polonised completely. My grandfather was often accused of being of jewish origin, which is also probable, as his city was 60% or so jewish, he was a taylor, which was sort of a jewish profession, he looked like a Jew. He has sort of a gentry surname, but it's not usual for polish Jews to name themselves after aristocracy. He's spent the war under german occupation; he obtained a confirmation from a local priest that he's not a Jew (we still have it), which probably saved his life. After ww2, he was expelled from Ukraine to Poland and settled in my hometown, which is the biggest centre of Armenians in Poland, but also houses one of few remaining jewish communities. He used to attend masses in the armenian church. His children died during the war, and his first wife not much later on. He re-married soon afterwards, sparking some great conflict in my family, but I'll leave that out. In 1968, during antisemitic campaign, he got a stroke. He was weakened, had pneumonia as well, and died soon afterwards. He used to be a member of the Democratic Party (Stronnictwo Demokratyczne).
My grandma on that side comes from the same area in Ukraine. She used to live in a small city, but her family had some land. Her surname sounds sort of strange, but has a polish -ski ending. As most of local Poles, she's most likely of ruthenian origin. During the war, she was expelled by the Soviets somewhere into the inner USSR. But the war between USSR and Germany broke out, or something, and she didn't reach her original destination somewhere in Siberia, Kazakhstan or wherever. She spent the war in USSR, in some very bad conditions, and returned to Poland after ww2, also settling in Upper Silesia. My mother was born in Upper Silesia already.
Some uncle of mine used to be a soldier of the polish army formed by USSR during ww2, died while going through the Pomeranian Wall (or whatever, it was a line of fortifications) and is buried in the military graveyard in Kolobrzeg/Kolberg.
Both my parents were members of Solidarity.
 
My Mum has a a surname that is of 19th century English fundamentalist christian origin and my Dad's family has always been from County Sligo as far as I know.

Haven't got famous ancestors as far as I know; one captained a ship at some point but wasn't very good at it.

I'm not particularly interested in family history and all that stuff, maybe as I get older I will.
 
My Family's surname is first mentioned in some book in the fatimid era, around 1000 years ago or so, anyways, we know that 600 years ago, one of them murdured another, and ran away, from Tuwair village near Mecca (in Ansar Province Today), to Marrakech city in modern day Morocco, and his descendants became rich famous merchant their, then some 200 years ago, one of them came to Egypt, and married the daughter of the Azhar Sheikh, Sheikh Muhammed Shakrqawe,(part of the Egyptian resistance against Napoleon), and they managed to Hold Very High Positions in the Government, my great grandfather is the Fourth to get Electricity in His House, and is the 10th to have a car in Egypt, and all of my ancestors (in Egypt) had been named as Pashas (Arab Version of Lord, or Sir), anyways, following 1952, Nasser decided to divide Egypt's lands on all, and grabbed my grandparent's money, wealth and lands and gave it to the poor, making everyone poor...

My Family Have been Greatly included in Law, and Justice sector in the Muhammed Ali Dynasty of Egypt, and several held Ministerial Positions during the Monarchy in Egypt...

Something interesting.. hmmm... our family exists in Lebanon, Libya, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Syria, Morocco, Algeria and Probably Sudan... and All of us are born with a small mole on our left shoulder (not that mole that sticks out, its flat, with the skin, not sure if its even called a mole)
if pictures cant be seen pls follow the links...

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(guy sitting on the Far right holding a paper is my Great great garndfather)


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(my Grandfather and his sister)

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(My Grandfather in their Villa in Cairo, Garden City)

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(Great Grandfather possing in 1892 ad)
 
Oh I forgot WWII History..

On my Polish side, My Great Grandfather was a Polish soldier involved in numerous things such as liberating Auschwitz, Fighting with American forces in North Africa and followed with that into the war with Italy. He was involved and survived Monte Cassino. He later was paradroped into Operation Market Garden and continued to Berlin.

According to reports, he was captured and assumed MIA after Market Garden, somewhere on the Rhine, but appearentally him and 7 or so other Poles, stole some MP40's and went on German rampage where they killed around 20 or so sleeping Germans. Whether this is true or not is unkown, as my Great Grandfather died 2 years after WWII before anyone asked him, and none of the other 7 Poles ever said that happened, and they were actually liberated by some Dutch forces (that I assume were liberated themselves during Market Garden).

^This is going by German reports only.

My Great Grandfather's brother also came with him to liberate Auschwitz, and was also a Pilot at some point for England.
 
Hafezudine said:
hmmm... our family exists in Lebanon, Libya, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Syria, Morocco, Algeria and Probably Sudan... and All of us are born with a small

Small what? ;)

Big family history you have :)
 
Small what? ;)

Big family history you have :)

:):):):).... HAHAHA.... no no no... dont get me wrong... i was just looking up for the word, its like a mole, but its small... i just forgot to include it in.... hahahaha...
 
They ended up in Chicago where my grandfather worked as a pro bono doctor of sorts for the poor in the area. He eventually helped "the wrong person" one day when he saved the life of someone the Chicago Outfit had attempted to kill. The Outfit came after him and gave him a savage beating, paralyzing him from the waste down permanently. Supposedly Frank Nitti was among those who came for him...He continued to work as best he could and learned to stay away from the Mob, but that wasn't enough to save him....One day, while sitting on the side of the road with his son (my great uncle), a car, probably a drunk driver or something, came speeding down the street and up onto the curb. My great grandfather was hit and killed. He probably would have been able to move in time if he had use of his legs.

Obviously I can't verify how much of this crazy story is true, but it is what I've always been told.

Also, funny enough on the Frank Nitti thing, my grandfather has met Frank Nitti's great or great-great grandson and fished with him. He apparently lives up near Lake Mille Lacs in Minnesota
That's a tough story. Frank Nitti was a ruthless man.

One of his equally ruthless pals, Machine Gun Jack McGurn, lived in the same building (on DeKoven Street which is now underneath a university was also historical since this is where the Great Chicago Fire started) as my grandfather in the Little Italy neighborhood of Chicago. Their building never had trouble because of this.

The same could be said for dances that would be held at Hull House (for the poor immigrants that moved to Chicago) when Al and his buddies would show up. Ordinarily, there would be scuffles at the dances but everyone was very well behaved when these appeared. Benny Goodman would often play at Hull House since he learned to play the clarinet here so in some regards they were pretty lucky to experience the beginnings of swing.

Related to that story my grandmother worked for Eliot Ness as a typist. One of her jobs was typing up search and arrest warrants so she regularly received a dozen roses at her desk anonymously.
 
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