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“My Great Grandfather Found His Wife In Bed With The Milkman”: People Share 30 Of The Coolest And Funniest Facts From Their Family History
There are many things we can learn from our ancestors, whether it’s pearls of wisdom or captivating stories about them. Once you strike up a conversation with a representative of an older generation, they might share some quite unexpected tales (whether their own or something their predecessors have gone through), from happenings at the warfront to love stories that sound like something straight out of a movie.
Lots of fascinating examples were shared by the members of the ‘Ask Reddit’ community. The user Careless_Put_4770 asked them what was the most interesting story they have of an ancestor past their parents' generation and the redditors provided quite a few of them. Scroll down to find their answers, which might inspire you to delve deeper into the stories of your ancestors yourself.
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#1
I come from a VERY conservative family and when I realized I was gay, it terrified me to come out. I came out to my mom and she didn’t have an easy time handling it, but within 48 hours she was my best friend and a strong advocate. The turn around was very strange. She also told me to never be scared to tell anyone in the family, which again seemed like being set up for failure. But it really wasn’t. Everyone was super supportive and kind and very defensive of me.
For years I wondered why and then one day I was at a family do with my grandmother and her four sisters - the Matriarchs of each branch of the family and the five most terrifying but loving women you ever met.
They pulled me aside and we’re VERY interested in how I was doing, if anyone in the family had been mean to me, and if anyone had given me a hard time about being “special” as they called it. I said no, surprisingly everyone in the family had been lovely. They didn’t ask any more questions but told me to come to them if anyone was being mean. This was so overwhelming to see these elderly, super conservative women being so supportive, so I cornered my mom and demanded to know why they were so nice.
Then my mom told me about Ravi. Ravi was a beautiful, charismatic, loving, kind, sweet teenager who was my grandmother and her sisters best friend in the 1940s. He was allowed to hang out with the women because he was “not a threat” (ie he was super gay but you didn’t talk about it). My gran and her sister’s absolutely adored Ravi, until one day his personality changed. He became dark and withdrawn. Eventually he killed himself.
My gran and her sisters were devastated and didn’t know why, until they found out that Ravi had fallen in love with a boy and his parents had figured out. Ravi’s parents destroyed him psychologically through isolation, berating and eventually questionable medical interventions. Ravi’s soul was broken so he took his life. My grand and her sisters never ever forgave their community or Ravi’s parents for what they did to him, so when my mother called my grandmother weeping and screaming that I was gay, my grandmother came down on her like a tonne of bricks with all the power and might that she could muster. She told my mother that if I was ever treated differently, If I was ever isolated or bullied by a member of the family, they would have to face the consequences of dealing with gran and her sisters.
Her sisters also told all their children to treat me with respect and love, all without me knowing, because they never wanted anyone to go through what their best most loved male friend had all those years ago.
I owe my happiness to that man, fly free my brother, wherever you are x.
TL;DR - a gay predecessor made my family supportive.
#2
My great grandfather was from a wealthy family back in Greece / Albania in the 1890s. He had a tryst with a peasant girl who got pregnant. Rather than marry the peasant girl the family arranged for my great grandfather to be sent to America. Not to be outdone, the peasant girl and her family saved up enough money and sent her to America after him. She found him in New York, and they got married there.
#3
Dutch here. My maternal grandfather was part of a group of people that hid Jews and Allies in a hidden village (underground house) made in the woods during WO II. They where later discovered by the SS but they still managed to save a lot of people. To this day you can visit the remains of the hidden village to see what it was like.
Stary_cat 1 year ago (edited)
My great grand father was Dutch he was a tailor, he smuggled Jewish out of the country and made them all new suits to hide their valuables. Then when the Americans came along he made them suits for payment , stolen painting antique silver wear ect. After a long long of accident after accident, he got married had kids and moved to Australia he even became David jones personal tailor. He even has a plaque in Denmark for his work. I feel a lot of the Dutch were amazing people, just a side note my grand parents and parents ate off the antique silver wear and dinner sets that were payment!
#4
My Grandfather was posted as missing in action, believed killed (WWI). My grandmother was expecting their first child. That usually meant they were actually killed so Grandmother was certain that she would never see him again. Then there was a knock at the door and Grandfather was standing there in the hospital blue uniform soldiers wore to show they were receiving treatment. He had been knocked unconscious by the explosion everyone thought killed him and sent to a hospital close to his home, without being identified. When he came around and was otherwise unhurt they gave leave to go home before being sent back to the front. Grandmother went into slightly early labour caused by the shock! Grandad survived the war, my grandmother and the baby were both ok and all lived quite long and healthy lives.
#5
My grandfather during WW2. He was born in 1908 so lived through both WW, and since we live in Moselle (north east of France), he lived in occupied territory from the beginning every time, and spoke perfect german.
He was a mechanic so when Germany invaded the second time he was put to work fixing vehicules. Except he pretended to not understand a single word of german. The soldiers always took so long explaining him what needed to be done, he would mess up, whatever could be an honest mistake without being in too much danger. The commander hated him for all of this but needed the skills since he was good.
At the end of the war, when they received the orders to retreat, my grandfather gave them a farewell speech in the best, most well spoken german possible, basically saying "F**k you, good bye". The 2nd in command was so furious about being made a fool all this time, reached for his gun but was stopped by his chief because it was not worth it and they were running out of time.
#6
My grandfather's grandfather was found wandering naked in a forest. He was estimated to be around 8 or 9 years old. He didn't speak but understood when spoken to. After a few years he started talking but was never able to recall anything about his life before he was found by the family that took him in; my great-great-great grandparents. They raised him as their own and all the stories say he turned out pretty normal.
#7
My Great-Grandmother had two suitors - a man in America and a man in Manchester, UK. The guy in America bought her a ticket to to cross the Atlantic and be with him, and she was set to go, but at the last minute the guy in England proclaimed his love and won her over. And that’s how my great-grandparents got together, as opposed to my great-grandmother dying on The Titanic.
Tuna Beach 1 year ago
75% of the women on the titanic lived. Mostly due to not sharing their door.... 81% of the men died.
#8
My great great** grandmother was Winston Churchill’s parlour maid. When she left service to get married, he begged her to stay as he was fond of her, and when she said no, he gifted her a table and chair from his own parlour as a wedding gift. My parents have the chair in my mum’s office, and the table is currently in storage.
#9
One of my great-grandmother’s grandma was an aristocrat. She fell in love with a peasant boy working on their lands.
Her father told her he would disown her if she wanted to be with that boy.
So one dark night the boy got my grandma escaped from their home and they ran away.
Needless to say she was disowned.
And that’s the story of why I have to work now, instead of just seeing my monthly allowance to show up on my bank account.
Omnia vincit amor.
Verinder of the Valley 1 year ago
My great great grandmother has a similar story!!!! If not for her falling in love with my great great grandfather, there is every chance I could be some sort of lady by now. Im glad though. She chose love over money. It makes for a interesting conversation.
#10
My grandmother’s grandmother walked the trail of tears. Her parents did no make the walk (assumed dead). When she reached Oklahoma she was adopted by a white couple. She was put down as half Cherokee, half white on the roll because of this.
Widdershins66 1 year ago (edited)
The US Federal Government's Ethnic Ceansing (genocide?) of 1830-50 of "five civilised tribes" Cherokee, Muscogee (Creek), Seminole, Chickasaw and Choctaw nations. Their lands were acquired for the whites (cotton) and the Georgia Gold Rush... Estimated death of more than 16,500 peoples during the Trail of Tears. Disgraceful.
#11
My grandfather (born in 1889) grew up on a farm. One day he and his brother were digging out a tree stump using mattocks, each one swinging alternately from the opposite side. His brother mistimed a downswing and clocked my grandfather on the head. His father put some kind of liniment on the wound and put him to bed.
When my grandfather woke up the next morning, he was blind. His father thought he was faking it to get out of doing his chores and told him to get to work. My grandfather felt his way out to the barn and fed the sheep, and by then his father realized he was telling the truth.
His sight returned in a few days. My grandfather went on to become a doctor and realized that the blow from the mattock had damaged the optic nerve -- fortunately, not permanently.
He served as an Army doctor in France during World War I, when he also had to deal with the great flu pandemic of 1918.
#12
Maternal grandmother's parents met in a train wreck.
G.Grandpa was traveling second class, with a window seat. G.grandma was traveling Coach. Something was on the tracks causing a derailment and many injuries. G.Grandma, being seated further back, was fine and pitched in to help those in need. G.Grandpa had hit the window and his ear was cut very badly, almost sliced off his head (almost). She was tearing off strips of her petticoat the use as bandages (ooh la la!). Until he died he teased that his left ear was lower than his right because 'she put it on wrong'.
#13
Great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa Andrew threw rocks through his landlord's windows in Cork, jumped onto the next ship to Canada, started a farm on the Ottawa River, changed his surname to MacDonald so people would think he was Scottish, and imprisoned the tax collector in his cellar when they came to demand land taxes from him.
#14
My great great etc grandfather was the first convict sent to Australia to be freed after serving his time. He went on to develop the wheat that we grow here. (European wheat died. )
#15
My grandfather was born in Poland. He was around 16 when the wars broke out, and because he was a fit, healthy, blonde haired, blue eyed farmer boy, he was sent to work in German farms. Before that though, he was put into a concentration camp while they figured out where to send all their new slaves.
During this time, his older brother actually escaped. My grandfather says he stole a gun climbed the fence, tanked the cuts from the barbed wire, and just ran. He made the escape with a few other people, but all but two of them were killed. My grandfather was supposed to join them, but he said he just froze and chickened out. His brother later joined some battallion, where he later died fighting nazis.
My grandfather was eventually moved to a small town in Germany, and was housed with landowners who grew some sort of crop. He was set to work.
This small town was actually secretly against the war though, and the family he stayed with used their house as a safehouse to smuggle Jews. They had the whole "hidden room under the floorboards" thing. Luckily, they were never discovered. They, and a few other families in the town, wanted my grandfather to marry their daughters and stay in Germany. He did stay in Germany for a few months, he said he also joined the peace corps. Once he had his full of that, he simply jumped on the first boat out of there with nothing but his tool belt and the clothes on his back. That boat went to Australia, which is where he met my grandmother, and yada yada yada, I was born.
He had such a fascinating, terrifying life, full of turmoil and danger. But one thing never left him: his passion for plants. Right up until the week he passed away at age 86, he was still climbing ladders to trim his trees, hand pollinating all his bean plants with a feather, and shooting Indian Mynas out of the tree with his slingshot to let the native birds have the nest.
#16
Its not really a story, but once at a family gathering (I was around 14-15) we were talking about the church (not neccessarily in a good way) and my cousin (who was ~12 at the time.) asked us to switch topics cuz its boring, my grandmothers answer (80 at the time, and have only left her village a few times and never the country) was: “Listen to everything my child, if you like it, keep it, if you dont, just let it go, thats how you grow.” And that for me at the time, coming from her, was life changing for me, it opened up things I never thought I’d like. The sentence itself, made me grow, the consequences, I can not even describe. Life changing.
#17
My dad's aunt was living in Messina, Italy in the early 1900. In 1908 there was a huge earthquake that destroyed half the city and she was stuck under the rubble for 3 whole days right next to the bodies of her parents and 3 brothers without being able to move an inch. When she was found she didn't even have a broken bone and went on to have 10 children of her own and die at 97 years old.
GoGoPDX 1 year ago (edited)
I am not a big believer in fate or that the universe chooses who it takes or saves, and I am an atheist. But every once in a while I hear a story, like this one or have had a patient where I question if there is something else at play. One such time was when i was a teen, a bunch of earthquakes hit our southern Oregon town. The biggest one was 6.2, and the rest ranged from 4 to 5.8. My dad was a firefighter paramedic, and of course he got called in (they did an All Call, when every available firefighter and medic come in) a couple days later when he got home, he told my mom and me about a call he went on. A couple were driving into town and we're about 12 miles out. They were in a highway that in next to a lake, and then has steep rocky walls on the other. One of the bigger aftershocks hot, and a huge boulder fell onto their car and killed the driver. The passenger was fine. But the weirdest thing was the passenger told them that her and her husband travel through our town, on their way to Reno, every year, and they always time their trip to go through our town, on this road, on the same day and time every year for luck. They had been doing it for 14 years. Unfortunately, that was the year that they were not very lucky. The timing, the chances, all of it still blows my mind .
#18
My great grandfather lost one of his arm during WW1, right after the war he decided to ask my great grandmother to marry him. To show her how much he loved her, he decided to give her a really nice pair of shoes from a good shoemaker but lived in the countryside and cars where not that common at the time
He took his bike, rode 70km (43miles) to the closest big city to get her a really nice pair of shoes rode 70km back with the box on his lap to give it to her. WITH ONLY ONE ARM
Pretty romantic, but that's not the end of the story. The shoemaker f****d up big time and gave him 2 left shoes by accident, so great grandpa took his bike the next day, did the 70km back and forth to exchange one of the shoes. And they lived happily married ever after
Every time I tell the story to someone married, they look at their husband with disdain which I found pretty funny (never told the story to any of my girlfriends tho)
MellonCollie 1 year ago
Yes LOL I'm not sure how many dudes in love today would go through these great lengths!
#19
Great grandfather was a samurai. He moved to America because samurai were becoming obsolete.
#20
My grandfather on my mother's side landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day, combat medic who was pulled off the first landing craft because "they would need him later in the day". There's a newspaper article from the Times Picayune about him and 2 or 3 other guys, all from different perspectives. He then proceeded to work his way through France. Ended up meeting General Patton when he and another soldier accidently stumbled into the Officers mess tent. (There's a whole other story about that)
He ended up losing his leg just above the knee dragging another guy out of a mine field at the Battle of the Buldge. Made his way home. Taught my mom how to ride horses, drive a standard all the normal things. Had a farm and was also the Tax Assessor in the parish they were living in.
During the Civil Rights movement he was responsible for registering African Americans to vote and ended up having two FBI agents in his office for protection. The local Klansmen who naturally went to the same church as him, southern baptists go figure, threatened to horse whip him in the street.
The story goes that he was "summoned" and basically called them all out for being hypocrites. Told them that they can try and shake his hand in church every Sunday but he knew who every single one of the bastards was under those hoods. Then he produced a pistol from his pocket and told them that if any of em were feeling froggy then jump.
I've got more stories from my Ukrainian grandmother (dad's side) who passed away last year if anyone wants more.
Edit: spelling some words. I'm on mobile forgive me.
#21
The only famous relative I have was barred by an act of Parliament from ever again being the warden of a prison due to massive corruption. So you have any idea how corrupt you would have to be to be specifically called out for corruption in 18th century Britain? It's kind of impressive in its own way
#22
Grandpa was shot in the head on the russian front (he was german).
He was declared dead and put on a pile of dead bodies. A friend of him (who grew up in the same village as my grandpa) went to the pile to give him the last goodbye. And he saw my grandpa was shaking a little bit. He yelled at the doctors "this man is not dead!".
And yea, the doctors got him out of the pile and actually rescued him. But they couldn't remove the bullet in his head. It was too dangerous.
So my grandpa lived with this bullet in his head his whole life.
He was not able to make a driver's license due to the risk of epileptic shocks.
He named his son (my father) after the man who rescued him.
#23
My great grandfather grew up super poor in Italy. He had an infection of some sort in his arm that would kill him if untreated, and because he was poor, it was left untreated. So one day, at age 14, he and a few friends found a bottle of liquor, a tree stump, and an axe. The only pictures I've seen of him, he only has one arm
#24
My great great great grandfather was part of the first generation of black people to be free in my state
edit: my great great grandfather* I added an extra great on accident
#25
My grandfather owned a hardware store in downtown Bogotá when the April 9th 1948 riots.
People burned and looted places.
He had to lay down among dead bodies simulating being dead to survive and not being killed.
#26
During the Partition of India in 1947, my grandmother and her family (Sikh) lived in a village with Hindus, Sikhs and 1 Muslim family.
During the brutality of it all, people in the village wanted to attack the Muslim family but my great grandfather intervened and stopped them from being hurt. He then helped them leave the village to make their way to Pakistan from the Indian side of the Punjab where my grandmother’s village was. We still do not know to this day what happened to the Muslim family and whether they survived.
#27
My great grandfather came home early from work one day to find his wife in bed with the milk man(or mail man. I can’t remember). Either way, there was a scuffle and the milk/mail man went out the bedroom window and died 2 days later in the hospital. This happened in the same house that I grew up in because the house was in my family for a very long time.
I tried looking up news articles and such on the incident but was never able to find anything. This was a common discussion at parties with my family and I always tried to learn more about my great grandfather. Turns out he was an undertaker. Go figure.
#28
Great grandad was a jewish shop owner in Italy in the1930s. One day a fascist March turns into a lynch mob chasing a communist. The communist slips away, finds my family's shop, and begs for shelter because jews are known commie sympathizers. But a gun welding fascist comes to the store looking for him, because he knew it was owned by jews and jews are known commie sympathizers. My great grand dad denies hiding the commie, but the fascist says if they don't bring him out immediately he'll shoot my great grand dad. So great grand dad snatches the gun and kills the fascist on the spot. He got acquitted for self defense but they had to escape Italy 24 hrs after the acquittal, the fascist party graciously sent a notice allowing them 24 hrs to leave before they killed all the men of the family.
#29
I have two that are somehow connected
My great grandfather, during WW2, lived through some wild s**t. He was sent to gulag and escaped from the transport somewhere in today's Belarus. He then returned home on foot, to the middle of northern Poland where we live today (if you want more exact location, google where my town, Tczew, is). After few years, in middle of which my grandpa was born, he was taken to serve in German army. He was based somewhere in Norway and escaped once again, but not before he blew up the warehouse with weapons he was kinda in charge off.
On a lighter, funny af note. He was one of 13 children. His mother (my great great grandmother) named her second child Stanisław and named her last child... Stanisław. She had so many children that she forgot she already used that name lol. The second Stanisław sadly didn't live through infancy
#30
My grandma (mother's side) was abandoned in an orphanage by my great grandmother because she wanted to run off and marry another man, and he would not take her children. So my great grandfather, who was in the army during WW1, came to see them and promised to come back after the next battle. It was the somme, he died.
The same grandmother did not know how old she was, by the time she obtained a copy of her birth certificate later in life, she found out she was a year older than she thought she was.
My Dad's Grandfather was an advertising artist, semi famous at the time, there is an original of his passed down in our family, it is with my dad's oldest brother now. It is of a boy running down a famous road in my northern city past a famous theatre still being used to this day.
What do you think ?
Svelk929 1 year ago (edited)
Idk if it’s interesting but great great grandfather had a stadium in Ecuador named after him and has his own Wikipedia page
Leo Domitrix 1 year ago
Interesting to me! My family is largely very, very boring, though a couple towns are named after some. Not a big deal in the US, since they were named that because, well, nobody else lived there, LOL.
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Elita One 1 year ago (edited)
My several times great grandfather, a filthy rich man, owned a very successful brickworks near the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney (only a few of the original kilns remain preserved in a small park where the building once stood) One day the Sydney council decided to reclaim the land (which he rightfully owned) to build railways for the new steam trains. He wasn't compensated and the factory was torn down with only the few kilns left and he was left to gamble away his vast fortune in sorrow. Or so my family always said. While cleaning out some stuff in my grandparents house after my grandmother died my parents found some quite old letters stashed away in a junk filled cupboard. They turned out to be from his great granddaughter who remembered him and brickworks as a child and the truth of what happend to him. He took the Sydney council to court over the reclamation but lost then took the case to the High Court of Australia but lost again.
Elita One 1 year ago
In a last ditch attempt to save it, he sailed to England and took the case to the Supreme Court of The United Kingdom, but sadly lost. He never lost his money from gambling, he was trying to save his business.
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The Original Bruno 1 year ago
I don't know which is cooler: that I'm descended from the House of Rohan, or that there actually is a House of Rohan.
The Original Bruno 1 year ago
BONUS: It was founded by Meriadoc, so I'm part Brandybuck, too!
Load More Replies... Shane S 1 year ago
My grandfather was a blue collar worker in the southern oil fields and he told stories of having Native American colleagues. After work, he and the boys would go to the town liquor store only there would be a sign in the window that said “No Indians”. This was because there’s a common myth that native Americans are predisposed to alcoholism and can’t handle their liquor. So the native Americans would wait outside and try to coerce white workers to buy for them. The sadly ironic part of this is that my grandfather was a very serious alcoholic. My grandparents slept separately and after he passed away, we found all kinds of liquor bottles stashed and hidden around the house. The liquor store was selling to the wrong person.
Rachel Reynolds 1 year ago
I knew my mother did time in Federal prison in the 60s for sneaking people across the border to avoid the draft. It wasn't until David Crosby and Stephen Stills showed up the her funeral that I learned she used their tour van to do it.
Jennifer Clark 1 year ago
My uncle had a crazy roommate in college at OSU. He was moody, irrational, and drank constantly. He once ripped the top off of a roommate's dresser to steal money from the locked top drawer. Years later my uncle found out that the guy had been arrested for killing and eating several people. The roommate was Jeffrey Dahmer.
Lara Verne 1 year ago
My grandfather was born in 1920s in Czechoslovakia. As WWII started, Nazis taken a lot of young men to Germany and Austria, where they were forced to work in factories. My grandfather was one of them. He managed to escape in 1944, and returned to his home town, where he was hiding in friend's house until the end of the war. After WWII ended, people, who were forced to work in german factories, got financial compensation. Grandfather got nothing, because he escaped.
Bryan Hamilton 1 year ago
My grandfather was left on somebody's front porch who ended up raising him and the whole family were bank robbers. My grandfather drove the get-away car on the jobs until they were caught. He spent 12 years in prison before being released and becoming a barber for the military in trade for his release.
Tiny Dancer 1 year ago
My father was adopted and never wanted to look into his background at all, which always kind of frustrated me, an only child as well. Turns out, local scuttlebutt says he was the product of a local big-wig's "affair" with the maid.
Ella M 1 year ago
My grandma grew up on a dairy farm in Oregon. There's a road near the Tillamook Cheese Factory that was named after her family (so it had her maiden name) when I was younger, because their farm was the only thing on it. The sign has been taken down now, so she says it technically isn't called that anymore. Also, the Tillamook Cheese Factory has a public museumish area that you can visit, and on a wall there is a quote from one of my ancestors (maybe my great-great-grandfather?).
Wysteria_Rose 1 year ago
Not my story (my sister's ex) but I always find it interesting: poor family living in Amsterdam during WWII. They were low on money, had no food, and finally decided that they needed to kill an abandoned horse that had been tied up nearby. The father and sons went in the night time with only a kitchen knife. Unfortunately, they thought they could do it quick and easily but the horse fought back. Eventually they were able to do the deed and took home a good supply of meat. Unfortunately, that same week, two German soldiers came in to check their home. They noticed the plate of meat on the counter, asked the mother how they afforded it. She told them she had sold her wedding ring for it. They confiscated it. Not a cheery tale but interesting.
Fabian Bernard 1 year ago
Mine is less prestigious: my Polish great aunt ended up eaten by her own dog on her lost in the woods cabin, where she lived miserabily, while his son ( great cousin) was an influent member of the Polish communist politic police. He was jailed at the fall of dictatorship in the 90's for what he did
Amy Taylor 1 year ago
This was my great uncle. He was my paternal grandmother’s brother and I adored him. I had no idea about the criminal part of the story until I was an adult.. https://cms335blog.wordpress.com/2016/12/08/war-hero-or-criminal-the-life-of-pasquale-patsy-passero/
A Tired Panda 1 year ago
My great great grandfather was a child going through Ellis island and had measles (or some other things that gives you spots) and used make up to cover it up and he actually got through either him or my great grandfather also jumped off a building during the great depression but survived so that's cool
Nezuko_Chan 1 year ago
I’ve got one my great great great (I think) grandfather owned the first taxi service in harpersville and I’m pretty sure the first taxi too
Steven de Jong 1 year ago
"My grandfather was believed to be [ended]?" What the actual f**k is wrong with people. Let's not say anything that might shock anyone and the problem goes away?
Shane S 1 year ago
I think people are afraid of BP flagging their post because the algorithm doesn’t like language that can be seen as threatening. They aren’t doing it to be politically correct but to avoid the censor.
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Ingrid Jeffers 1 year ago
My great-great-great-great (idk how many greats) uncle was William Clark, from the Luis and Clark expedition.
Jennifer Brown 1 year ago
My grandfather was in the navy when WWII broke out. He came down with the flu and was hospitalized in November of 1941. The rest of his crew was deployed to Honolulu, HI. The entire crew died on December 7, 1941. My grandfather suffered from survivor's guilt his entire life.
Ronnie Beaton 1 year ago
My late father served in the British Merchant Navy during WWII. During one voyage, the ship he was on was torpedoed by a u-boat. After some time in the Atlantic, dad and the other survivors were rescued and taken back to the nearest friendly port - which happened to be dad's home town. After being checked out by doctors, dad was allowed to go home on leave - however, he didn't have any clean clothes, was still wearing the what he had on when his ship had sunk, and the bus driver wouldn't let him on the nice clean bus. Dad walked home, and got to his street just as the telegram say he was MIA was handed to his mother.
similarly 1 year ago
One of my favorite stories is that after my Grandma passed away, my Dad was going through her things and found a WWII military driver's license, certifying her to drive 2 1/2 ton (Deuce and a Half) trucks. Nobody in the family had ever known that she had secretly been driving trucks for the Army during the War. Of course, this would have to have been "stateside" and not overseas, but I often wonder what work she was doing during the war that would have had her driving trucks. Still, she was a strong, adventurous woman, and I can just imagine her having a ball driving those big trucks.
SofiaB 1 year ago
My grandfather was a street boxer in the 1920s in Milwaukee Wisconsin! He lived to be 98 years old and was very strong and hard-working up until he had a stroke at 90 years old. He even built a house for him & my grandma to retire in all by himself when he was in his early 80s. I had always admired my grandpa when when he told me stories about his life as a street fighter in his youth, I thought he was the coolest!
Svelk929 1 year ago (edited)
Idk if it’s interesting but great great grandfather had a stadium in Ecuador named after him and has his own Wikipedia page
Leo Domitrix 1 year ago
Interesting to me! My family is largely very, very boring, though a couple towns are named after some. Not a big deal in the US, since they were named that because, well, nobody else lived there, LOL.
Load More Replies... Elita One 1 year ago (edited)
My several times great grandfather, a filthy rich man, owned a very successful brickworks near the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney (only a few of the original kilns remain preserved in a small park where the building once stood) One day the Sydney council decided to reclaim the land (which he rightfully owned) to build railways for the new steam trains. He wasn't compensated and the factory was torn down with only the few kilns left and he was left to gamble away his vast fortune in sorrow. Or so my family always said. While cleaning out some stuff in my grandparents house after my grandmother died my parents found some quite old letters stashed away in a junk filled cupboard. They turned out to be from his great granddaughter who remembered him and brickworks as a child and the truth of what happend to him. He took the Sydney council to court over the reclamation but lost then took the case to the High Court of Australia but lost again.
Elita One 1 year ago
In a last ditch attempt to save it, he sailed to England and took the case to the Supreme Court of The United Kingdom, but sadly lost. He never lost his money from gambling, he was trying to save his business.
Load More Replies... The Original Bruno 1 year ago
I don't know which is cooler: that I'm descended from the House of Rohan, or that there actually is a House of Rohan.
The Original Bruno 1 year ago
BONUS: It was founded by Meriadoc, so I'm part Brandybuck, too!
Load More Replies... Shane S 1 year ago
My grandfather was a blue collar worker in the southern oil fields and he told stories of having Native American colleagues. After work, he and the boys would go to the town liquor store only there would be a sign in the window that said “No Indians”. This was because there’s a common myth that native Americans are predisposed to alcoholism and can’t handle their liquor. So the native Americans would wait outside and try to coerce white workers to buy for them. The sadly ironic part of this is that my grandfather was a very serious alcoholic. My grandparents slept separately and after he passed away, we found all kinds of liquor bottles stashed and hidden around the house. The liquor store was selling to the wrong person.
Rachel Reynolds 1 year ago
I knew my mother did time in Federal prison in the 60s for sneaking people across the border to avoid the draft. It wasn't until David Crosby and Stephen Stills showed up the her funeral that I learned she used their tour van to do it.
Jennifer Clark 1 year ago
My uncle had a crazy roommate in college at OSU. He was moody, irrational, and drank constantly. He once ripped the top off of a roommate's dresser to steal money from the locked top drawer. Years later my uncle found out that the guy had been arrested for killing and eating several people. The roommate was Jeffrey Dahmer.
Lara Verne 1 year ago
My grandfather was born in 1920s in Czechoslovakia. As WWII started, Nazis taken a lot of young men to Germany and Austria, where they were forced to work in factories. My grandfather was one of them. He managed to escape in 1944, and returned to his home town, where he was hiding in friend's house until the end of the war. After WWII ended, people, who were forced to work in german factories, got financial compensation. Grandfather got nothing, because he escaped.
Bryan Hamilton 1 year ago
My grandfather was left on somebody's front porch who ended up raising him and the whole family were bank robbers. My grandfather drove the get-away car on the jobs until they were caught. He spent 12 years in prison before being released and becoming a barber for the military in trade for his release.
Tiny Dancer 1 year ago
My father was adopted and never wanted to look into his background at all, which always kind of frustrated me, an only child as well. Turns out, local scuttlebutt says he was the product of a local big-wig's "affair" with the maid.
Ella M 1 year ago
My grandma grew up on a dairy farm in Oregon. There's a road near the Tillamook Cheese Factory that was named after her family (so it had her maiden name) when I was younger, because their farm was the only thing on it. The sign has been taken down now, so she says it technically isn't called that anymore. Also, the Tillamook Cheese Factory has a public museumish area that you can visit, and on a wall there is a quote from one of my ancestors (maybe my great-great-grandfather?).
Wysteria_Rose 1 year ago
Not my story (my sister's ex) but I always find it interesting: poor family living in Amsterdam during WWII. They were low on money, had no food, and finally decided that they needed to kill an abandoned horse that had been tied up nearby. The father and sons went in the night time with only a kitchen knife. Unfortunately, they thought they could do it quick and easily but the horse fought back. Eventually they were able to do the deed and took home a good supply of meat. Unfortunately, that same week, two German soldiers came in to check their home. They noticed the plate of meat on the counter, asked the mother how they afforded it. She told them she had sold her wedding ring for it. They confiscated it. Not a cheery tale but interesting.
Fabian Bernard 1 year ago
Mine is less prestigious: my Polish great aunt ended up eaten by her own dog on her lost in the woods cabin, where she lived miserabily, while his son ( great cousin) was an influent member of the Polish communist politic police. He was jailed at the fall of dictatorship in the 90's for what he did
Amy Taylor 1 year ago
This was my great uncle. He was my paternal grandmother’s brother and I adored him. I had no idea about the criminal part of the story until I was an adult.. https://cms335blog.wordpress.com/2016/12/08/war-hero-or-criminal-the-life-of-pasquale-patsy-passero/
A Tired Panda 1 year ago
My great great grandfather was a child going through Ellis island and had measles (or some other things that gives you spots) and used make up to cover it up and he actually got through either him or my great grandfather also jumped off a building during the great depression but survived so that's cool
Nezuko_Chan 1 year ago
I’ve got one my great great great (I think) grandfather owned the first taxi service in harpersville and I’m pretty sure the first taxi too
Steven de Jong 1 year ago
"My grandfather was believed to be [ended]?" What the actual f**k is wrong with people. Let's not say anything that might shock anyone and the problem goes away?
Shane S 1 year ago
I think people are afraid of BP flagging their post because the algorithm doesn’t like language that can be seen as threatening. They aren’t doing it to be politically correct but to avoid the censor.
Load More Replies... Ingrid Jeffers 1 year ago
My great-great-great-great (idk how many greats) uncle was William Clark, from the Luis and Clark expedition.
Jennifer Brown 1 year ago
My grandfather was in the navy when WWII broke out. He came down with the flu and was hospitalized in November of 1941. The rest of his crew was deployed to Honolulu, HI. The entire crew died on December 7, 1941. My grandfather suffered from survivor's guilt his entire life.
Ronnie Beaton 1 year ago
My late father served in the British Merchant Navy during WWII. During one voyage, the ship he was on was torpedoed by a u-boat. After some time in the Atlantic, dad and the other survivors were rescued and taken back to the nearest friendly port - which happened to be dad's home town. After being checked out by doctors, dad was allowed to go home on leave - however, he didn't have any clean clothes, was still wearing the what he had on when his ship had sunk, and the bus driver wouldn't let him on the nice clean bus. Dad walked home, and got to his street just as the telegram say he was MIA was handed to his mother.
similarly 1 year ago
One of my favorite stories is that after my Grandma passed away, my Dad was going through her things and found a WWII military driver's license, certifying her to drive 2 1/2 ton (Deuce and a Half) trucks. Nobody in the family had ever known that she had secretly been driving trucks for the Army during the War. Of course, this would have to have been "stateside" and not overseas, but I often wonder what work she was doing during the war that would have had her driving trucks. Still, she was a strong, adventurous woman, and I can just imagine her having a ball driving those big trucks.
SofiaB 1 year ago
My grandfather was a street boxer in the 1920s in Milwaukee Wisconsin! He lived to be 98 years old and was very strong and hard-working up until he had a stroke at 90 years old. He even built a house for him & my grandma to retire in all by himself when he was in his early 80s. I had always admired my grandpa when when he told me stories about his life as a street fighter in his youth, I thought he was the coolest!
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