VaticanAssassin
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Everyone has great stories about their grandparents/parents. That generation that did so much they earned the title “Great”. Tell me about yours?
My Grandfather on my father’s side wanted to be a pilot. He was turned down by the USAF and ended up joining the Royal Canadian Air Force where he learned to fly. As World War II broke out he was drafted by the USAF. He was told if he did not resign his Canadian commission and report for duty they would revoke his citizenship. He ended up flying bombers out of African with the majority of the missions over Germany. He has over 42 combat missions as either Co-Pilot, Pilot, or Wing Commander. He only lost one plan. A plane he crashed landed near the airfield after having the crew bail out. He retired from the USAF as a one star. Despite being a New Yorker he wanted to grow shit and bought around 5 acres in a small town in Mississippi. He spent the day in his workshop out back are on the tractor. He grew more than could be stored or canned and gave away the rest to the less fortunate in town. His house smelled like leather and wood. A huge breakfast was served a 6:30am, a huge dinner (lunch) at 12:00, and supper (dinner) was leftovers or a bowl of cereal. He taught me how to count by whipping my ass in cribbage every night. Points I left on the board were pointed out to me but no counted. I kind of continued this tradition as I taught my daughter how to count by dealing five decks of black jack every night. Making her count both my and her hands, then determine if a hit or stand was in order, and what card would push the total over 21. He briefly served as mayor for the town, but not by his own choosing.
I know little about my grandfather on my mother’s side short of stories told and looked up on the web. He died while I was young. Not sure what he did in the war, but he was a pilot as well. In fact, he was issued one of the first aquatic pilot licenses ever. He is also in the record books as the first to fly across one of the great lakes has a plaque with his name on it at Logan International, and United has a plane named after him. His wife, my grandmother, was one of the first to LPGA players, and they have a tree named after them on the first tee of one of the most famous golf courses in the Chicago area.
My Grandfather on my father’s side wanted to be a pilot. He was turned down by the USAF and ended up joining the Royal Canadian Air Force where he learned to fly. As World War II broke out he was drafted by the USAF. He was told if he did not resign his Canadian commission and report for duty they would revoke his citizenship. He ended up flying bombers out of African with the majority of the missions over Germany. He has over 42 combat missions as either Co-Pilot, Pilot, or Wing Commander. He only lost one plan. A plane he crashed landed near the airfield after having the crew bail out. He retired from the USAF as a one star. Despite being a New Yorker he wanted to grow shit and bought around 5 acres in a small town in Mississippi. He spent the day in his workshop out back are on the tractor. He grew more than could be stored or canned and gave away the rest to the less fortunate in town. His house smelled like leather and wood. A huge breakfast was served a 6:30am, a huge dinner (lunch) at 12:00, and supper (dinner) was leftovers or a bowl of cereal. He taught me how to count by whipping my ass in cribbage every night. Points I left on the board were pointed out to me but no counted. I kind of continued this tradition as I taught my daughter how to count by dealing five decks of black jack every night. Making her count both my and her hands, then determine if a hit or stand was in order, and what card would push the total over 21. He briefly served as mayor for the town, but not by his own choosing.
I know little about my grandfather on my mother’s side short of stories told and looked up on the web. He died while I was young. Not sure what he did in the war, but he was a pilot as well. In fact, he was issued one of the first aquatic pilot licenses ever. He is also in the record books as the first to fly across one of the great lakes has a plaque with his name on it at Logan International, and United has a plane named after him. His wife, my grandmother, was one of the first to LPGA players, and they have a tree named after them on the first tee of one of the most famous golf courses in the Chicago area.
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