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#30: I am the thirtieth among his grandchildren.
Charles O. A. is a seventy five year old man who has three wives, about forty children and over one hundred grandchildren. At seventy five he is still alive and kicking. I am the thirtieth among his grandchildren. My grandfather lives in a small village called Kandaria in the western part of Kenya. One among his many good qualities is his dedication and passion for education. In addition to that, the contribution that he has made to ensure that his village is self-sustained speaks for itself....
#31: Fun Fact: Lebanon is not that well known.
To tell the story of the birth of my mother some information must be shared and a back story must be told. To begin my mother is a seventh generation Floridian, before that her family lived in the southern states of America since before the Revolutionary
War. Second, my grandma got pregnant in high school. Third, my family are a much of rednecks southerns who like beer, fishing, and nascar.
The year was 1972 and my mother was 19 and thought she could conquer the world.
She was a mere freshman at Rutger's (you know the troublemakers go to state schools) but she was beautiful with thick, long chocolate brown hair, porcelain skin and a body that could kill. Besides that, Torey was (and still is) the complete and total life of any party. Now I could tell you plenty of stories about my mom in college, like the time she fell down 20 steps into the basement of the TKE house wearing her Tau Kappa Alpha sweetheart crown, or about the time she cut her wrist on a chandelier while dancing on tables. But, this story from 1979 surely takes the cake. As mentioned previously, my mother was a ballsy bitch. She knew she could get away with murder, not that she ever tried or anything.
#34: The One with the Scary Nazi Stabbing Grandma with a Pitchfork
One afternoon, they heard a group of men approaching their land. They knew all about what was happening with Germany and that all the Jews were being taken to camps. As soon as they knew for sure that they were Nazi soldiers, they all went outside to hide in hope that the soldiers would not find them and would leave. The Nazi soldier began searching the house. They opened every single door and went into every single room looking for anyone they could find. Fortunately, everyone found a good hiding spot in the big hay stacks they had outside. Once the soldiers searched the entire house, they moved their way outside. Looking in the gardens and the farms, they finally ended up where all the hay stacks were. Two soldiers grabbed pick forks they found lying around and began to search. To search for people, the soldiers would stab the hay stacks with the pitchfork and would listen to hear sounds of anyone hiding. One by one, the soldiers began searching hay stacks they were suspicious of people hiding in. There were quite a lot of hay stacks so the odds that they would search the hay stacks my family members were hiding in were pretty good. As they continued the search, one of the soldiers approached the hay stack that my great grandmother was hiding in. She could hear the soldier walk toward the hay stack and then silence. She knew something was about to happen and was prepared to embrace whatever came her way. All of a sudden, the soldier stabbed the pitch fork straight through the hay stack and pierced my great grandmother’s leg right through.....
#35: Why The History Channel is Awesome.
A few years ago a t.v. mini-series came out called the Hafield’s and McCoy’s. When this started to air I learned that I am related to both of the families. 1 My great great great aunt was Roseanne McCoy. During this time these two families disliked eachother so much it almost led to a war. My aunt Roseanne forbid her families wishes and decided to enter a courtship with Johnson Hatfield. This relationship set the feud overboard and battles started to happen.
#37: For the most part his childhood was solid
My grandfatherwas born June 18th, 1945. For the most part his childhood was solid. His parents were rich and lived in the Eastern Manhattan area. His dad was top dog in the stock market and was a business owner on the side for their family golf shop. John’s mother had four other children, so she was mainly a housewife at home. My grandfather’s siblings were all close in age, so once they all hit junior high and high school, my grandmother took up the job as being a secretary at an insurance company close to home.
#39: dandelions floated through the air in the windy city.
There is always a story that is mentioned humorously from time to time in family gatherings, in which we always enjoy talking about because it was very odd and humorous too many. It took place around 1975 in the outskirts of Chicago at my great grandmothers house. During this year, my grandfather, great aunt, great grandfather and grandma were living in the house and my great uncle was home from his naval base for break. It was a perfect afternoon out, the weather wasn’t too hot nor, was it too cold and the dandelions floated through the air in the windy city. My great grandmother would wake up and cook breakfast for everyone then go run errands, bake, and clean up the house a little bit. Towards evening time when the weather started to cool down, just before millions of lightning bugs would come out, my great uncle was outside working on his car with his girlfriend who was patiently waiting for him to figure out the problem with his car.
#41: 3 errors and 2 strikeouts
Before I was born, my dad was a professional baseball player. He played high school ball in a small town in Pennsylvania, then played college baseball at James Madison University, and ultimately he got drafted by the Kansas City Royals. After getting drafted, he was put on a team called the Memphis Chicks, which is a Double A affiliate of the royals. My dad tells me a story about a time on this team, that what seemed like the worst possible day, turned into one of the most memorable moments of his life. One hot day in Memphis, my dad was dreading a game in particular. He invited a girl to come watch the game, and she was going to bring her parents with her too. So the day of, he was pretty nervous because he wanted to do well in front of her and her family. As the game started, he took his position on the field, in clear vision of everyone in the stands. In the first inning of the game, a ball is hit straight to my dad at second base, and he misplayed it. Error. On his at bat of the game, he took three straight pitches down the gut. Strikeout. He then takes the field again, a ball is hit to him, another error. He gets up to the plate, three strikes, another strikeout. As a total, he make 3 errors and 2 strikeouts going into the last inning. What a terrible way to impress the girl and her family, he was crushed. But it was not over….