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I was going through pictures of my grandpa with my dad when we found a picture of him with a very famous comedian from his time, Danny Thomas. My dad told me Danny Thomas was a very popular TV personality and a great entertainer and that my grandfather had been very close friends with him; in fact, he introduced Danny to his wife, who was a singer in a band he played with in clubs.
When I called my Granny, asking her about interesting stories she might have, she told me a story about my Great grandfather's sisters. They were part of the Sufferage movement that took place in Scotland. Women back then weren't allowed to vote, they didn't have any authority, and they had poor working conditions and oppurtunities. They weren't allowed to have an opinion. Women also couldn't be teachers or doctors. Some women felt that this should change, but most men thought they should stick to their dpmestic lives, cooking and cleaning. My Aunts helped start petitions and made letters to make their voices heard. They were fighting for equality for women.
Ilearned recently that my grandfather worked in the Airforce in Winnipeg and new brunswick, in Canada. I learned that through the Airforce, he immgrated to the united States because he was transferred from Canada to California in 1965. In 1968, when the officers were allowed to leave the service, he decided he would like to go back to live in California, and so he and my grandmother applied for immgrant status from the United States government.
When I called my adopted grandmother, Lena, I found out that she is really also my great aunt as she is my biological grandfather’s sister. I also found out that my ancestor’s original last name was “Real”, which means “Royal” in Spanish. This is very fitting to describe the Real Clan as they were almost considered the Grand Family of the town at that time. My great grandfather founded the town they lived in and was the Mayor until the day he died. Then his son (my biological grandfather) was elected Mayor and his brother, my great Uncle Jr. was the Provincial Governor. So, that makes me wonder “Am I of royalty blood?”
During my research for the project, I called up my grandmother on the phone. I asked her about our ancestors from Lithuania, and she told me this exciting story. My great great grandmother was 17 at the time and her family and her were peasents on the Czar's land. Then the communists revolution broke out. Her family lost everything. To make matters worse, the communist soldiers were horrible. They would randomly butcher people in the streets, cut open pregnent stomachs, and more. My great great grandmother knew that she couldn't stay any longer. She had family already America, so she had a place to go. She literaly ran across the Lithuanian border with the soldiers shooting at her. She made it, but others weren't as lucky. Then she somehow made it to America and to her family.
After researching i found out that my grandfathers cousin researched my family tree. He traced our family back and he traveled to Italy to the town where my ancestors are from. He went with a picture and he went from door to door. At one of the houses, he showed the picture and the woman identified herself as the woman in the picture. This woman turned out to be my grandfathers cousins first cousin.
After researching my family, I found out a few things. I never really thought about where my dad's family came from, if they were always in Turkey or if they moved from a different country. I soon found out that my grandmother's side of the family lived in Turkey ever since the Ottoman empire! This came to much of a suprise because my father was always telling me that his family was never really rich, when one of his ancestors was a governor of the Ottoman empire had land with villages on it. Another fact that I found that wasn't as bright as being an Ottoman governor, was that some of my great-grandmother's relatives died in church burnings during the Turkish-Armenian war. They were trapped in churches and burned to death by angry groups of Armenians.
While my grandmother's side stayed in Turkey, I found that my grandfather came to Turkey from Azerbajian.
When i was drving back from my uncles house after celebrating my cousins 4th birthday i found out that the boat that he immagrants were on actually got stopped by a german nazi boat to seach to make sure that there wasnt any supplies getting snuk from portugal to america during the war time. Also i had no idea that my grandpa wsa one of 10 kids, and only 5 came here and also the mother stayed in portugal. Last but not least also my grandpa was in the news paper shown getting his hair cut by his father when he got his frist cut in america.
One story i learned from doing research about my family was that my great grandmother worked as a seamstress with a woman who was later to become also my great grandmother. And, my grandfather's side of the family was renting a house to the other side of my family.
My dad's parents immigrated to Germany, which I knew prior to this assignment. I asked my dad about their immigration here to America. I learned that his father, John Seel, left his family when he was only 18 years old because of the economic state Germany was in dur to world war 2. He met my oma, my dad's mom, in America; specifically syracuse, NY. She immigrated to America a couple of years after he did.
i had to dirve up to my grandpas house and photocopy all of the pictures just to bring evidence of my family, he was a little worried about the pictures so it took hours to find them becuase he wouldnt let me go up stairs becuase he didnt want to blame me if i crushed them, becuase they were covered in foam. when we got the photo they were extremely old dusty and easy to break not only that they were black and whiote and, they best part of looking at the pictures is i go to see what my grandparents parents looked like.
i had to dirve up to my grandpas house and photocopy all of the pictures just to bring evidence of my family, he was a little worried about the pictures so it took hours to find them becuase he wouldnt let me go up stairs becuase he didnt want to blame me if i crushed them, becuase they were covered in foam. when we got the photo they were extremely old dusty and easy to break not only that they were black and whiote and, they best part of looking at the pictures is i go to see what my grandparents parents looked like.
When I was talking to my grandfather about his side of the family I learn about his great grandparents, I found a life story. My great, great grandparents, they all migrated west and established themselves as farmers and ranchers in the open land. I have been told stories of how my great, great grandmother delivered her first two children out of a covered wagon in the Arizona territory and lived a good life to see men land on the moon.
When I was at my grandparents house, I asked my grandmother many questions about her life in Ireland and how she met my grandfather. She said that she was working in the United States at the age of 23. She was a secretary for a buissness my grandfather worked for. My grandfather happened to be my grandmothers boss. I thought it was prretty cool because they didnt expect to marry eachother
Well, tis a bit too late since I had already revealed this story to my class during presentations, but who cares? Its such juicy story.
When my great grandma and her family tried to come to America from Poland she had to go to ellis Island and get checked out. Well, the story is that she had a heart issue and they decided to not let her into America. The guards put an 'x' on her back and set her aside in a line that was different that the line the rest of our family was in. Her son Thomas whent over to her and when the guards weren't looking he rubbed the chalk off her back and in the end she was let into America! That sounds just like something my family would do, no doubt.
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