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My great-great-great grandmother chased a Yankee off her porch in Richmond during the War of Northern Aggression.
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My grandmas house, while living in a small village in Arcadia Greece, was raided by Nazi soldiers looking to confiscate guns.
Oddly enough, the exact same thing happened to my other grandma but by the Japanese occupying Malaysia.
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My Great-Grandmother danced with Fitzhugh Lee (Nephew of Robert E. Lee) at the Governor's Ball in Richmond. She was about 12 or 13 at the time. He went up to her and said : " May I have this dance, young lady ?" And she said "Why , of course, you may, Sir !" He died not long after that.
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One of my ancestors, who was mayor of the town in the mid-18th century, was prosecuted by the Inquisition on charges of witchcraft and pact with the Devil.
He really scolded the village priest and soon after he fell ill, and blamed my ancestor for casting a spell on him. Obviously it was shown that all this was nothing more than tricks motivated by personal quarrels and my ancestor was acquitted.
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As I was able to see in the inquisitorial process, the inquisitors in charge of the case questioned several people from the town about my ancestor; All of them considered him a good Christian, but they also pointed out his bad relationship with the parish priest. The inquisitors were clear from this that it was a simple neighborhood dispute.
Furthermore, in the 18th century the Inquisition was no longer the same as in the previous century, it was very relaxed. In my province the last inquisitorial process took place in 1801, without great consequences.
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My great-grandpa was apparently one of the first people to start a goods/people smuggling organisation between West Germany and the GDR.
My German side fought in the battle of Stalingrad while my Russian side were fighting on the opposite side.
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My grandfather broke his leg in a horse race against an Italian officer during WWII. He did it kind of on purpose to get sent home early. It was towards the end , 1945 ish.
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Not particularly interesting, but I like sharing my grand-uncle’s story since he was such a baller.
- Born in Lithuania
- immigrated to the US with his parents as a small boy
- Enlisted in the US army in 1943
- was shot in the leg and captured by German forces in 1944 Holland.
- spent the rest of the war in a prison camp, was tortured on multiple occasions.
- became walking impaired for the rest of his life due to the injury.
- had a family of his own after the war and lost them all in a house fire.
- after my grandmother passed away when my dad was young, he still managed to take in and raise my dad and his siblings rather than leaving them with my alcoholic abusive grandfather.
- passed away in the 70s unexpectedly, but I owe him my thanks for giving my father a safe upbringing for a large portion of his childhood in spite of all the trauma he suffered in his own life.
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