Hmm… I only know about half of the bloodlines, but here goes:
My Dad’s Maternal Grandfather:
Stablemaster for the Last Czar. Was told to get the hell out of Russia when it was known that the Bolsheviks were going to overthrow the govenment.
My Dad’s Paternal Grandfather:
Not much is known about him. Immigrated to USA in 1913 from Zombor, Hungary. This was obtained fromthe Ellis Island Archives. We’re not sure if the record I found is in fact for my family, as the last name is one letter off. It is my GGF’s first name though, and the spelling archived would be the ‘correct’ spelling of our last name. It is believed that he was an orphan, and all my father remembers about him is a serial number tattooed on his forearm.
My Dad’s Father:
Was a medic/dentist for the Army during WWII. He was an alcoholic, and he and my dad never got along too well. I’m not sure what he did after the war, etc. He died when I was 10 or 11 (11 or 12 years ago).
My Dad’s Mother:
Died a couple years after my grandfather. I believe she was a Rosie during WWII.
My Dad:
Born in 1947. Graduated East Detroit High School, class of 1966. Drafted by the US Army, serving from 1967-1969. Was never sent to Vietnam, as he is left handed, and there was a job for him to do in Ft. Bliss, Texas as a result of his unique left-handed abilities (he can write backwards on a glass wall). Was a draftsman, garbageman, and various other odd jobs before getting a job with Ford Motor Company in 1971. Was briefly married in the early '70’s. Met my mother in 1978 or 1979. Married her in 1980, I was born in 1981. Nearly got fired from FoMoCo in the early '80s for absenteeism related to alcoholism. Was suspended, UAW got his job back for him. Was given the choice of the bottle or his wife, and thankfully chose my mother. He became one of the most respected technicians at his plant, and was sent to Europe twice to work on new programs. He retired in January, and has been enjoying it since. He still regrets that he never went to college.
Now, my Mom’s side, which is much, much shorter.
My Mom’s Maternal Grandparents:
Irish immigrants who became farmers in Muncie, Indiana. My GGM is still alive and well, my GGF died when I was three.
My Mom’s Dad:
Awarded the Purple Heart in Korea. May have also recieved a Bronze or Silver Star, but I can’t remember and my mom’s cell phone is off. I’m not sure what he did for a living after that, I think he was a farmer though. He died in the mid 1970s of a heart attack.
My Mom’s Mom:
I think she worked in an office in Muncie while married to my mom’s dad. She remarried, to one of his best friends. They own a hunting lodge in eastern Wyoming now, which some of you who are into that kind of thing may have heard of. I don’t know how she does everything that she does, as she pretty much runs the lodge by herself.
My Mom’s Step-Dad:
A racist, sexist, everything-else-ist bastard. Complains all day. Always looking for a quick buck, and always scheming something. His bad business deals have forced them into keeping the lodge even though it’s difficult to run at their age.
My Mom:
Born in 1956. Did not graduate high school, but received a GED shortly after marrying my father. Moved frequently through her youth, and is still a bit afraid of African Americans due to living in Jacksonville, Florida, within a mile of Black Panther’s local HQ. Ran away from home at 16, marrying my brother’s father. He was an abusive sack of shit, and she divorced him in the late 1970s. Was pregnant 6 times, only carried two of us to term (I was the last). My brother was born in 1975, her divorce was probably in 1977 or 1978. She became a certified mechanic after getting her GED. She started working part time when I was 6 or 7, at the local intermediate school district as a lunch aide. She later became a full-time paraprofessional, but quit due to injuries in 2002. She is intensely interested in special education, because she is (undiagnosed) dyslexic. She thinks she would have done much better in school with all of the advancements made in special ed in the last 40 years, as she was (and is) ADD/mildly dyslexic.
Then there’s me. I’m was an underachiever until I started caring about school (2 years ago) and will graduate with my B.A. in Secondary Education next April. I’ll be going immediately to grad school to work on my Ph.D. or Ed.D. I will be the first in my immediate family to attain any post high school degree at all.