My Great Grandfathers

From the stories told to me from my grandpa, great uncles, and father as well as my memory of him, the wisdom of my great grandfather was evident. His name being Roberto Roman. My middle name was named after him, being Robert, the english translation. Grandpa Roberto was an ordained to ministry for the church. In addition of being a pastor for decades, his love and wisdom shined in his life at all times. By his life style being so holy, two of his sons (my great uncles), became pastors of their own

My Great-Grandfather’s Life The early years of my life are filled with memories of my great-grandparents home and experiences I had with them; I was lucky in this sense, because I was able to interact with and learn from this far off generation. Throughout my life I have interviewed and questioned the beliefs and views that they have and the life they’ve lived. This Thanksgiving I had the opportunity to re-interview as a more experienced human being and really understand my great-grandfather’s life

My great grandfather, Edward Lee Davidson “Popeye”, is a man that is dedicated to his country. He joined the National Guard when he was only fifteen, and later when his troop there was federalized he served a single tour in Korea, followed by two in Vietnam as apart of the United States Army. In received an honorable discharge from service in December of 1969 and then later retired in September of 1972, serving for twenty-two years and seven months. He was been awarded around 15 medals and awards

1897, my great-great-grandfather was born in North Carolina. His name was Roy Hudson. He served in the army in World War One and he died in 1960 from a lengthy issue with his heart. His heart issues started when he developed pleurisy, most likely from sleeping on the cold, wet ground while in the Army during World War One. He was only sixty-three years old when he died. Just before he died, he gave his wife, my great-great-grandmother, his glasses, a book, and a billfold. My great-great-grandmother's

My Great-Grandfather and World War II As World War II raged on, my Great-Grandfather Frank Burns was deployed in Korea. World War II was a very hard war for the soldiers as well as for all of the families in America. It’s very hard to imagine what they all had to endure and what life was like before and after the war. My grandpa was born on November 19, 1916 in Utah. Growing up in that time period was very different than how we are today. They didn’t have cell phones and computers. Most teenagers

My great-grandfathers name is Jack Milton Tracy. He was born July 18, 1935 in Michigan. I do not know very much more than that, because he never talked about his childhood. I do know that he had three older sisters and his mom died while giving birth to him. His dad was in the military, and moved around a lot with the four kids. From the time my great-grandpa was six to the time his dad died when he was eleven, his dad was physically abusive towards him. When his dad did die, he lived with his eldest

The History of Me 1880. My history started in 1880; I wasn’t born yet obviously, although my great great grandfather was. Most of the interesting stories in my family come from my grandmother’s parents. In this report you will acquire knowledge about my background heritage and culture, ancestors, and a few interesting stories that come from them. In 1880 my great great grandfather, Jusef Peermahomed, was born. He was born somewhere in India. We think that he was born in Bhuj, but nobody is assured

deep in the how a person was raised. My great-grandfather was born in 1924 in Little Rock, Arkansas. He was the next to the youngest of eleven brothers. After, his younger brother was born, his father left them. He and the other boys were raised by a single mom, during the Great Depression. Saying he was poor, is putting it mildly. He was dirt poor. He was smart, athletic, and willing to work hard. My great-grandfather, J.C. (Jake) Red, was the cornerstone of my family. He is proof that opportunities

My Great Grandfather Edgar Estep, age 82, was born on 1936, in Paintsville Kentucky, an older gentleman with a sturdy but gentle look to his face. He is the son of Elizabeth and Richard Estep and the youngest of his 4 siblings. Edgar explains, “Growing up in a holler of the hills of Kentucky. "My family was not of wealth and my father Richard moved to Ohio to gain his fortune” He like many other men at the time wanted to fight for the pride of his country. Edgar enlisted into the Air Force as

met my great-grandfather, the way he lived directly affects my life. In Little Rock, Arkansas in 1924, J.C. (Jake) Red was born. He was number ten of eleven sons born to the Red family. After his younger brother, W.E. (Buck), was born, his father would leave them to start a new family, across town. He and his brothers would be raised by a single mother, during the Great Depression. To say he was poor, is putting it mildly. Dirt poor is a term that better describes the way my great-grandfather was