The Old Folks Home

LOVE the stories! This IS The Old Folks Home, where youngster of all ages gather 'round to listen to tales of the past. My Gramma grew up in Cimmeron, KS. My favorite story of hers involved gathering cow patties to burn for heat, she and her younger brother carrying a galvanized tub between them. A storm blew up around them while they were in the pasture too far from the house to make it back before the hail started, so she tucked him under the over-turned tub to protect him. He was deaf for a day from the sound of the hammering hail stones, and she had bruises from those that struck her. A tornado once flipped a wooden plank sidewalk "in town," skittering the planks everywhere, punching one through a tree trunk. Her family grew hemp for the Navy, for rope. She smoked a little behind the barn, to treat cramps from "the monthlies" - not realizing for MANY years there was any connection between that and the Dreaded Madness-causing Reefer smoked by "all the hippies" in the '60s. :lol
 
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Wisher, I agree with Di Di...write these things down on paper..or type them up. Family will love having it around for years to come!
 


If those young men don't pull their britches up while out and about in the freeze..they are going to have some frozen...well....buns!
 
My Gandfather's father left his family in the mountains of Southern Italy during the depression to earn money in the USA. When my grandfather was seven, he ran away from home, stowed away on a ship and attached himself to a family to get through Ellis Island.

He was befriended by the mafia who helped him find his father - it took 3 years.

Nono ended up in Chicago running booze in from Canada.His nick name was Mazza - the sledgehammer...................

After witnessing The St Valentines Day Massacre, he slipped out of North America and went to Australia via Italy to find a wife.

So I have convict ancestory on one side and mafioso on the other - could explain a few things
 
I love reading everyone's stories!!! How we all came to be who and where we are so much influenced by where our families came from and what they went through. The stories of our past I pray are never forgotten. Maybe we all need to write down what we know so it's never lost to the next generation. My own family either passed away or scattered to the wind when I was still young so that as far as I know, I am the only "elder" left. Through what's been shared here I realize I need to pass on what I know to my children while I still can. It belongs to them.


BTW - I know I am new to this thread and just sort of jumped in, soooo, is it alright if I just find a comfy perch and roost and listen for awhile???
 
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I love reading everyone's stories!!! How we all came to be who and where we are so much influenced by where our families came from and what they went through. The stories of our past I pray are never forgotten. Maybe we all need to write down what we know so it's never lost to the next generation. My own family either passed away or scattered to the wind when I was still young so that as far as I know, I am the only "elder" left. Through what's been shared here I realize I need to pass on what I know to my children while I still can. It belongs to them.


BTW - I know I am new to this thread and just sort of jumped in, soooo, is it alright if I just find a comfy perch and roost and listen for awhile???
of course you are welcome

contribute at will.
 
Wisher, please write and keep the stories for your future generations. I have been doing genealogy for over 14 years and I just love reading everthing I can find on long lost loved ones. I have a story "The Saga of a Pioneer family" and I love it! It tells me of my families trek from New Brunswick to Kansas and the hardships they went thru and the loss of loved ones along the way! I still love looking for new tidbits on the family! And now my kids are all wanting copies of all the records and stories. lol
 
my father had loads of stories but, his "needle" seemed to stick at his "Fort Nelson ones." We heard those so often we could recite them backywards. He and ,I forget how many, other men had to build (clear) a landing strip in Alaska. He loved to talk about spit freezing solid in midair , he was a champion spitter much to our chagrin. He also had many tales that weren't fit for man or beast.
 
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Now, those, I'd like to hear..........
 

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