My Grandfather, Cosmo Damiano Depinto

On December 27th 1921, Angelo Alessandro was born to Vincenzo and Carmella. He was born in Omaha, Nebraska where he would later grow up in his Sicilian family (B.C.). His parents were not very wealthy so they decided to wait to get his birth certificate officially registered until January 1st 1922 to get the special New Year’s Day first baby prize. They got free food among other things (Personal Account).

My dad’s name is Louis Michael Landolfi. He is 58, is anesthesiologist, and has been married twice. He has 5 kids: My brother Nathan, my brother Ryan, my sister Kara, my twin Natalie, and Me.

My grandmother was born in Guatemala into a struggling family of seven. In Guatemala, kids are often forced to leave school and start working to help provide for their family´s food and shelter. Similarly, my grandmother was not able to complete her education. Instead, she had to take care of her siblings, providing for their basic needs. As she grew up, she had three kids, including my father, and needed to find a way to give them a better life.

Gregory Mears Sr., my grandfather, was born on October 20, 1945 in Baltimore Maryland. His mother Myrtle Elizabeth Dalton Bailey and father Henry Saile Bailey were also born in Baltimore Maryland. Growing up Gregory had seven brothers and sisters Eddie, Myrtle, Matthew, Del, Mildred, Melvin, and Marie all of which were born in Baltimore Maryland. Although at the moment the occupation for Myrtle is unknown, Henry worked as steel worker for Armco Steel. Gregory left high school under the direction of his mother to get a job. He left the twelfth grade leaving only a few credits short of his diploma to become a steel worker for Bethlehem Steel. Although, my grandfather did not continue his education each of his siblings continued their education

His father was in World War II, a Marine in the Third Marine Division. He fought the Japanese in the Pacific.

My Grandpa Jesus Sandoval was also a very important person in my life. He was also born in the year 1930. My grandpa was born and raised in Chihuahua Mexico. My grandpa in my eyes was the best grandpa anyone could ever ask for! I always remember my grandpa watch us while my mother was working. I remember him playing with us and giving my siblings and I money to go buy snacks at the small corner store down the block. Unfortunately my grandfather pasted again November 2, 1999.

He grew up the third oldest of seven and went to school in Chicago. After graduating high school, he never continued on to college but continued to be a star local athlete. Because of his sponsorships he got drawn into politics and volunteered to promote campaigns. During this time, shortly out of school, he worked for a family friend as a draftsman for the Highway Department of Cook County Chicago. Eventually he was given the opportunity to become a licensed civil engineer, with that he continued to work as a highway designer. When the war came around a friend of his, who was like a little brother enlisted and was killed, to respect his friend, Vincent applied to the Seabees, a branch of the Navy. Vincent was a bit old for the Navy and ended up injuring himself during training. He was never deployed and spent most of the war in a hospital in Oakland, Ca. After returning from war Vincent decided not to return to highway design but, instead he became a commissioner of building and zoning. He was always known as an honest man and the country would often hire him to fill the place of a corrupt commissioner. My father remembers him to be a very successful and bright man despite his lack of formal education. Vincent passed away in 1988, one month before my parents were

In 1952 my grandfather, Albert S. Thanhauser, waited in line with the incoming class of Air Force soldiers in upstate New York as they prepared to enter the Korean War. Each quaking private presented their papers to the stone-faced officer at the front of the line, to receive their military assignment. As my grandfather approached with his documentation, something peculiar happened. “Hmm… Thanhauser,” muttered the gruff officer, “M.O.T.?” he asked quietly. A Brooklyn Jew, Al’s eyes lit up as he nodded and his papers were placed with the rest in the pile. M.O.T: Member of the Tribe, was an instantly recognizable code of camaraderie amongst Jews. Two weeks after this encounter, the night before being shipped off to Korea, Al received a memo: He was being pulled from the pack headed for Hell and instead was shipped to Japan to set up a flight school at an American base. The two years he spent on the airbase were some of the best of his life. Was this story was likely intended to instill me with a connection to Judaism? Was it just another of my Grandpa’s crazy stories? I had always focused on the result of this story - how it dramatically affected my grandfather’s life. But as I have grown older, the story has begun to resonate with me as beautiful demonstration of an act of kindness and virtue that I learn and grow from.

For my essay I decided to interview my mother. I know most of her story starting from my brothers birth. But i had never know much about her childhood. My mom was surprised when I started asking questions and I happy to learn more about my mother. I will focus this essay manly about when she was a child until teenager. While doing the interview I learned many thing and am now grateful for having the opportunity of writing this essay. I started by asking her when she was born and everything else sparked from their.

My great great grandpa named Charles J Odstrcil was born in May 14,1883 in Czechoslovakia, he arrived in the the United States in 1908 in 1909 he arrived in North Dakota in 1909.He got married to Cecilia S Urban on May 20,1919 in Roseau County Minnesota.On March 29,1915 their daughter Gertrude Marie Odstrcil born in Minnesota. Their second child Charles George Odstrcil was born February 19,1920 in Roosevelt, MN. Their third child Mildred Odstrcil was born December 9,1921 in Minnesota. Their fourth child Olive Susan Odstrcil was born March20,1924 in Noyes, Lake Of The

My full name is Carlos Miguel Ponce and I was raised in a rather large family. I only have one sister but I spend a lot of my free time with the rest of my family. They have taught me many great lessons that will stick with me for the rest of my life. My Grandfather came to this country with nothing leaving both his wife and four kids in Colombia, who would join him once he was settled. It is from him that I get my work ethic from. He worked hard to feed his family, and somehow managed to even help friends who needed a place to stay. Although he may not have know it but he was truly a man for others. He was the closest thing I had to a male role model as my mom left my dad because of his addiction to alcohol. Unfortunately both my father and

Great-Grandma’s second oldest son is my grandpa Ron. Grandpa I a very hard worker and good at getting

Timothy is my third great grandfather. He was a carpenter. September 13, 1827- September 15, 1900 is was he was born till he died at the age of 73. Got married twice, but the firsts wife did not die. They lived in Brooklyn, New York. Henry B. Schuyler was him and one of his wife’s kids. He was sent to live with his aunt and uncle in Nebraska when he was a teenager. Green’s BrickYard in Sioux City was where he worked. Henry was born in August 22, 1856 and died on July 30, 1919. One of his kid’s names was Charles

Adolf Hitler’s life began in Austria on April 20, 1889. Born at the Braunqu-am-inn. Hitler had four siblings Gustav Hitler, Ida Hitler, Paula Hitler, and Edmund Hitler. Gustav and Ida Hitler died in their infancy, while his brother Edmund Hitler died at the age of six. Ida Hitler was the only one to live to her adulthood. Hitler also had a half brother and sister, Alois Hitler Jr. and Angela Hitler Raubal. Adolf Hitler was the fourth child of six. His father was Alois

When i was 34 years old , i was a Spanish mother of 2 daughter and a son .my husband was part of the Spanish army he had died during war . i had two babies just before he died, I gave birth to them .I loved my first husband as much as I loved my daughters.oh and my daughters were two little angles the where twins but not identical . There was one with long blond hair just as my mother and I named her Isabella , then comes my goofy daughter her name was marina and she was named After my husbands mother Marina , i actually hated my husbands mother . but I love both of my daughters . after my first husband died, my daughters were only 2years old I didnt want them to live a life without there padreh .so i started working for Arekhandro I was suddenly