My Grandfather Over Hoye: A Breakdown Of My Family Tree

Often times a person lives their life based on how their own family would see it. Whether it disappoints or makes their family proud, it is inevitable; a person’s family will forever remain an important factor in their life, actions and the consequences that come with it. In “The Idea of Ancestry”, the author Etheridge Knight writes a poem where it is obvious that he is guilty of his actions and the shame and hurt it brings to his loved ones. Knight is haunted by the faces of his loved ones in his cell, and it is symbolic of the guilt he feels as he sits in prison and contemplates on his bad choices and addiction to heroin.

My hometown was founded by Swedish immigrants in 1860. My family has lived here since the founding. Our house was built by my great-great grandfather Olaf Lindbloms. The Lindbloms established many institutions. The library was started by a great- aunt. The hospital was founded by Olaf’s son Eric. My generation is continuing the traditions. The annual Lindblom family reunion was started by my brothers and I.

William, known as Bill, was born on July 20, 1921 in Minneapolis, MN. He worked in the plaster/stucco business for over 25 years before working at Northwest Airlines. His wife’s maiden name was Lorraine Mulcahy. Lorraine was born on August 13, 1922 in St. Paul, MN. Lorraine went to college at the University of Minnesota where she got her Bachelor of Science degree and became a dental hygienist. My grandma “Lo” is the genealogy nut in our family. She has searched for birthdates, marriage licenses, and other documents of her grandparents. I called grandma Lo to get some information on my great-grandparents and family stories. I found out I was part Norwegian and I never even knew it! Grandma Lo’s parents were Edward Mulcahy and Olga Shermoen. Her father Ed was born on April 15, 1880 in Minneapolis, MN. Ed worked as a claim agent for the Great Northern Railroad in the twin cities. Olga was born on March 15, 1888 in Hawley, MN. She also worked for the Great Northern Railroad as a matron. Edward was 100% Irish while Olga was 100% Norwegian. This makes my grandma Lorraine 50% Irish & 50% Norwegian. My grandpa Bill was adopted in Minneapolis so his genealogy is unknown. He was told by his adopted parents that he was mostly Irish. If we pretended Bill was 100% Irish, this would make my mom 75% Irish and 25% Norwegian.

This paper summarizes the ancestral immigartion of my primary paternal ancestors. The Thompson surname in itself traces its roots back to Reverend William Thompson (abt. 1598 to abt 1666). Within this paternal lineage are the surnames Willis, Meade, and Stevenson.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

The turn of the 20th century was a time of great optimism and anxiety ("1900: A Year in the Life of America." - Genealogy.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Aug. 2015.). There were constant advancements in technology and new products being made all the time, making life much easier ("1900: A Year in the Life of America." - Genealogy.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Aug. 2015.). This better life attracted immigrants from all over ("1900: A Year in the Life of America." - Genealogy.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Aug. 2015.). Sadly, for many of them as well as natives, the only work they could get was mediocre with poor working conditions, long hours, and small paychecks ("1900: A Year in the Life of America." - Genealogy.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Aug. 2015.). The same can be said for the Nolan family from “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”. Francie Nolan, an Irish-American girl growing up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, doesn’t let her family’s poverty drag her down ("Analysis of Major Characters." SparkNotes. SparkNotes, n.d. Web. 19 Aug. 2015.). The story

Personally, I am of German and Scottish descent. An overwhelming heavy majority of my ancestry is German, while a miniscule amount is Scottish. My father is 100% German in ancestry, while my mother is almost completely German as well, but keeps a tad of Scottish ancestry. Both my last name, Janke, and my mother’s maiden name, Pfeil, are originally of German descent and meaning. Particularly, the name Pfeil is a direct translation from the German language meaning “arrow”. Although I do not know my blood family’s genealogical lineage at this time, I do know that of my step-father. My step-father’s great grandmother, Helena Giese, came to the United States of America in the early 1890s. Helena Giese came to America at the age of 13 from her dear

What matters more to you? Maple syrup or shale gas? The Holleran family is fighting to keep their maple trees and land from the government whose plan is to put in gas pipelines, but give them money for their inconvenience. The Pennsylvanian family makes a profit from their maple trees on their 142 acre piece of land, and are fighting with a building company, Williams Partners that wants to replace the trees with pipes. C: The Holleran’s claim about their fifth amendment rights being violated, is demolished by the fact that the government and Williams Partners company will compensate for the loss of land. The building company wants to place pipes under the Holleran’s trees so New England States can access natural gas easier, instead of from

Hi Angela- Great post, very informative!! In the past, both my grandfather and uncle have had shingles and seeing them go through the pain they went through was unreal. My grandfather had shingles in his eye (probably the worst area to have it) and my uncle had the shingles on his lower back. I would have chosen shingles as my second topic for my research paper, since we are still conducting more research on this disease worldwide. The resources you provided our class with are helpful in explaining to basics to the more advance with proper treatment as provided this would have been useful to both my grandfather and uncle.

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

Many years ago, some my great grandparents came from Poland and Austria to America. Originally, they came on a ship headed for New York and they could settle anywhere. They chose to settle in Woonsocket, Rhode Island. In Woonsocket, there were many factories which required workers which is why they chose Woonsocket. Then, they started a family and it continued on from there. For the same reasons, my other great grandparents came from Canada and started their family in Woonsocket as well.

Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.

What I am today is the reflection of my family's history. History of endeavors, pains, failures and growth. One evening, I was talking to my grandma and she started telling about our family. At first, it seemed quite boring, but ended up in tears and made me learn the most important lesson of my life. It was quite a deep thing to realize for a kid but fortunately and eventually I understood.

For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.