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What did your grandparents do?

Construction foreman
Printing press runner
Bricklayer
Librarian
 
Maternal grandfather was a mechanic with the Luftwaffe until he was captured by the Soviets. After the war, he came to Canada alone and worked as a lumberjack until he had enough money saved to bring his wife and two daughters over. Eventually he got a job working as a mechanic for Mack Truck, where he worked until he retired.

Paternal grandfather worked in the mines in Italy, he was in three cave-ins and survived. During the war he served in submarines, two of them sunk, and he survived. After the war he came to Canada and worked construction. He was digging metro tunnels until a machine exploded, taking off one of his arms. He took what money he had and renovated an apartment building and collected rent for the rest of his life, maintaining the building himself.

Both grandmothers raised the family, although my German grandmother worked making lampshades to help make ends meet as soon as her daughters were old enough to take care of themselves and do chores around the house.

My Italian grandparents were both shorter than five feet. My German grandmother also. My German grandfather was six foot five.

My German grandparents on their wedding day.
Damn, your Italian grandfather was a badass.
 
My grandad was named after one of your presidents
His nickname was abe
 

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Damn, your Italian grandfather was a badass.

My German grandfather also.

My most prized possession is a scale whittled from scraps of wood. My grandfather made it to ensure every German prisoner in the Soviet POW camp got exactly the same ration of bread, they were starving. He was 6'5, came back from the camps weighing less than a hundred pounds. He was a skeleton.
 
My German grandfather also.

My most prized possession is a scale whittled from scraps of wood. My grandfather made it to ensure every German prisoner in the Soviet POW camp got exactly the same ration of bread, they were starving. He was 6'5, came back from the camps weighing less than a hundred pounds. He was a skeleton.
A lot of Germans were good people even under Hitler reign
I always liked Germans
 
Mother's side: Both were educators . Grandma was a guidance counselor. Grandad was a principal and guerilla soldier in WW2. This was Pacific theater WW2.

Father's side: Grandad was practically a bum who went by his good looks and married my Grandma who was a homemaker. With my Grandma's family influence, my Grandad was elected into local office.
 
A lot of Germans were good people even under Hitler reign
I always liked Germans

My grandmother used to say Hitler did a lot of good for the country, it's too bad he was an insane murderer.
 
My grandmother used to say Hitler did a lot of good for the country, it's too bad he was an insane murderer.
Yeah he wasn't all bad but he went too far
A lot of his ways I agree with but he was nuts and just went crazy and took the Italian primeminister with him
Hitler did have some pros
 
I don't think we or future could compare to ww2 grandparents.
They were different level
They lived a totally different life . I haven't been through anything like they did and I'm late 20 now And it won't get exciting

That is a fact. My grandparents were super heroes.

Fun fact.. Years after my German grandfather passed, my grandmother asked me to tear down the shed he'd built on the side of the house, her hips (replaced FIVE times) made it difficult to use. So, it was a wood shed, built more than fifty years ago, so I figured it would take a half hour with a sledgehammer. I took one swing at one of the joints and the damned sledgehammer bounced out of my hands. I don't know what sorcery he used putting that shed together but it took me half a day to take it apart.

And his widow? She was living alone, and out on the balcony filling the bird feeder in February when she fell off and broke her hip. She crawled back around the balcony, pulled herself up the stairs, managed to open the back door with her cane, crawled into the house, knocked the phone off it's pedestal with her cane, and called 911. If it had been me they would have found my corpse in the spring.
 
That is a fact. My grandparents were super heroes.

Fun fact.. Years after my German grandfather passed, my grandmother asked me to tear down the shed he'd built on the side of the house, her hips (replaced FIVE times) made it difficult to use. So, it was a wood shed, built more than fifty years ago, so I figured it would take a half hour with a sledgehammer. I took one swing at one of the joints and the damned sledgehammer bounced out of my hands. I don't know what sorcery he used putting that shed together but it took me half a day to take it apart.

And his widow? She was living alone, and out on the balcony filling the bird feeder in February when she fell off and broke her hip. She crawled back around the balcony, pulled herself up the stairs, managed to open the back door with her cane, crawled into the house, knocked the phone off it's pedestal with her cane, and called 911. If it had been me they would have found my corpse in the spring.
Yeah nice story
If people have grandparents appearcite them because they are once in a lifetime and more so than any other generation they went through me you as grandparents wouldn't even compare
 
Grandpa on my mom's side killed Nazis. Grandpa on my dad's side killed Japanese.
 
Yeah nice story
If people have grandparents appearcite them because they are once in a lifetime and more so than any other generation they went through me you as grandparents wouldn't even compare

I spent quite a lot of time with my grandparents.

I spent a summer in Italy with my grandfather, that was an incredible trip.

My German grandfather taught me how to do everything. He took me fishing, taught me how to swing a hammer and fix a flat, everything. My fishing trips with him are some of my most cherished memories.
 
One of my grandfathers shot nazis with an anti aircraft cannon. The other one worked in black propaganda so probably photoshopped nazis into gay porn.
 
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