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    my grandfather on my dads side was in ww2 and was captured when the japs took battan. he survived the deth march and had to sew his own nose back on after it was blown off in a bomb raid. after months of forced labor the prisoners were forced into board covered trenches durring an air raid. thinking this was odd, my grandpa and 7 others dug out and escaped the pit just before the japs dumped aviation fuel in the trenches and torched most of them. he hid in a trash pile for 12 days untill ground troops arived. in the battle he killed a jap officer and took his sword. i grew up with this story and a smelly blood stained sword in my dads closet.

    my other grandpa worked on the apollo 13 computers, and my grandma swears i'm related to will rogers but i'm not sure how.

    'The more you dissaprove the more fun it is for me.'
    Death and taxes


      I find it kind of interesting that motorcycles did in both me and and my grandfather on my mothers side. I got my SCI from a motorcycle, and my grandfather got a headstone from a motorcycle after crashing head on into a car after turning into a street in the '40's in France. I guess bikes dont like my family.

      And how's this for coincidental... Both my gf and I went to the same high school, lived 5 blocks from each other on the same street, knew many of the same people from highschool, but werent aware of each other's existance until we met over 10 years afterwards.


        My dad's cousin fled the oilfields of central Kansas with a gangster (I thhink it was Al Capone). She died in prison of syphillis in her early thirties.

        Great-grandpa killed a man in Texas, self defense after an argument. He spent a year in prison.

        Great-grandmother was full-blooded Cherokee, they are still in denial on this one but the records are there. I wonder why there is so much shame about native American heritage in that generation?

        C5/6 incomplete, injured Aug. 2000
        Does This Wheelchair Make My Ass Look Fat?


          Poland lost 1939 campaign not only because of Germans superior power and tactics but also because it was stabbed in the back by Soviets. After partition of Poland bet. Hitler and Stalin, my father family was under soviet occupation. Because my grandfather and his brother were volunteers in Polish-Soviets war in 1920, my grandfather family-him, grandmother and 3 children (my father was 8 years old) were scheduled to be sent to Siberia. Their day was June 22, 1941. On that day Germany attacked Russia.
          Bet. 1939-41 400-450 thousands Poles was sent to Siberia, almost 100 thousand died. My family was lucky.

          [This message was edited by kl on 02-01-04 at 07:08 PM.]


            A grandmother with eight "greats" was Mary Esty, one of the women accused of being a witch and hanged during the Salem witchcraft trials.


              My uncle looked after the horse of a Louisiana politician. One day while transporting the horse, my uncle had an accident and the horse -- named Sunshine -- was killed. The song "You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine" was written by that politician about that horse.


                My wife's the one with all the stories that people will admit to. Well, I do have a story in one geneology about a guy who became a hobo about 100 years ago, but that's about as exciting as it gets on my side.

                Now in my wife's family, there's the guy who used to earn his living as a graverobber and sell the fresh bodies to med schools. He'd even dress the bodies up and put them beside him on the wagon seat.

                Then there's her great-aunt who saw a young male relative walking down the dirt road with a shotgun and an angry expression and asked him where he was going. It was fairly well known that he was brunt of too many practical jokes and he said he was going to shoot somebody. Before he had time to move, she grabbed the gun away from him and started beating him with the stock all the way to his house.

                When my father-in-law was a baby, his mother walked into the nursery one night to see an intruder climbing in the second-story window. She nailed him with a shot from her trusty derringer and knocked him out the window and down to the ground.

                My father-in-law was also a prisoner of war in WW2 in Germany. He was a very small guy and had a young-looking face. One older German prison guard took pity on him, thinking he must be only about 12 years old. After 6 months the older guy retired and on his last day he brought my FIL a change of clothes to dress like a German school-boy, a map, and a gun, then let him out of the prison. He made his way back to American lines and finished the war.

                I could keep going, but you get the idea.


                  Originally posted by sherry38:

                  Xavieria Hollander is my gets weirder from there [img]/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif[/img]
                  Any chance a copy of her book, autographed, could be donated to one of the paralysis groups to raise money from the silent auction? And I would deriously empty my own rainy day fund at the auction if there is an autographed anything to her from Rod Stewart. Hell, maybe you could ask her to call old Rod for an autographed CD?? Honest, the TMA does a silent auction each year so if it's possible contact me and I'll hook you up with the guy in charge.

                  But how cool! I read the Happy Hooker when I was a teenager. I doubt she'll have many regrets on her deathbed.

                  Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."
                  Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."

                  Disclaimer: Answers, suggestions, and/or comments do not constitute medical advice expressed or implied and are based solely on my experiences as a SCI patient. Please consult your attending physician for medical advise and treatment. In the event of a medical emergency please call 911.


                    my dad and I have the same first, middle and last name.

                    my dad and I were both paralyzed in automobile accidents (we weren't in the same wreck)
                    My dad recovered. I didn't.

                    my dad and I both died in automobile accidents(again, we were not together)
                    I recovered. My dad didn't.



                      Im a full blooded Scot on both sides,im the first born out of Scotland.So my whole family's past is interesting story [img]/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

                      ''In a world called catastrope my native tongue is blasphomy''


                        Back in 1894, my great-great grandfather was a horse thief from Montreal and he escaped authorities (along with his wife and three kids) by sneaking into Minnesota.

                        He was the modern-day version of a car thief! lol
                        May the fetus you save be gay


                          Interesting? Dunno, but what the heck...

                          A month and a few days before my mum's 17th birthday, she gave birth to me.

                          A month and a few days before my 17th birthday, I broke my neck.

                          I'm cautiously looking forward to my little brother's 17th birthday to see what he does.

                's worse than we thought. it turns out the people at the white house are not secret muslims, they're nerds.


                            I had my SCI (c-4 Quad) Thursday July 12, 1984 racing bicycles. My sister fell on the same track at the same place sustaining a hairline fracture at t-4 one year prior on July 10, 1983. [img]/forum/images/smilies/eek.gif[/img]

                            This is the spot at the bottom of the picture at the base of the jump.
                            (note: This isn't me, this was taken after my accident)


                              (Life/Family mods: Could you move this topic to "Family"?)


                                My husband's paternal family line goes back in North America to the 1600's. I'm sure there are stories, but we don't know them...

                                I had a great-grandfather on my mother's side who got away with murder. He was a few bricks short of a load...thought his wife was cheating on him with the brother-in-law, and went over to her sister's house when his wife was there visiting her sister and shot the place up. He killed the sister and her four year old son. This was around the turn of the century, and he was let off because by golly, a man had a right to shoot at unruly wimmen in those days!

                                A number of years later, he was himself shot to death after barricading himself in his house and shooting at random people outside. The police came and shot the place up, killing him (but apparently not putting any bullet holes in the various religious pictures hanging on the walls, which was a major point in the newspaper story).

                                AB wife of T8 complete para
                                AB wife of T8 complete para