My grandma on my dad's side is of Landed Gentry stock (Landed gentry - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) and is the best woman I have ever met.
Her mother was an artist.

My grandpa's father lost a leg in the Somme and was a high court judge after the wars. Gramps himself was always the strong silent type. We regret not asking him more about the 2nd World War because we were interested but always a bit scared to ask.

Here is their wedding photo.

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i don't have pix.

my dad dropped out of high school and he met my mom at a pool hall and she and all her squirrelly little friends friends thought he was the hottest guy they'd ever seen and all **** their pants and then he asked my mom out and then she really **** her pants.

so she married and bred with him (hi!!!) and then it turned out he had major depression/alcoholism which apparently the hotness (and the fact that she was seventeen when she married him) blinded her to. and probably his harley too. it's hard to see just how ****ty and drunk your man is when he's got a harley.

so they split up when i was about three. he "found god", which turned out to be way worse than alcoholism. my mom is still pretty awesome. sometmes she scares up a little too much trouble, but i forgive her since my existence kinda robbed her of her prime party years.

this is getting long & boring so i'll just tell you v. briefly about one set of grandparents. my grandpa was a huge computers/electronics nerd and was the bluntest, most stubborn person ever. his wife (now widow) is my dear ole grandma who never really worked but spent all her time with her barn full of horses. she has the worst rheumatoid arthritis i have ever seen. she is the reason i got to have a pony when i was a little girl. just like every little girl should. 'cept mine was a fat albino who ate herself to death.

the end.

My grandfather on my dad's side was an ex-Jewish german (we got a surname title and to get that, it was either keep the faith and be poor and unknown or ditch the faith and be rich and powerful, so they were early pioneers for **** faith, we like money) so one morning in Berlin in early 1939, he pretended he was getting up and going to work but instead ran away to England. Where when war broke out he was imprisoned on the Isle of Man as an enemy alien. He said it was some of the best years of his life, because it was all intellectuals and musicians, and they had great concerts every night and huge debates etc.

His wife was from Argentina, born of creepy Christian converters and bombed by the germans the first time her and her parents tried to leave. But that was in a very civilised "Its the first world war" way, so they got everyone off the boat onto their boat, sunk their ship and then took them all back to Buenos Aires where she lived for a lot longer.

They then moved to Luxembourg post-war and that's where my dad grew up. He does finance stuff. I love him but his work bores me.

My mum's parents are Scottish and ***brian (so far up North is sort of merges) and that's where she was born. My grandfather spent the war in Ethiopia and I have an invite framed from when Haile Sellassie invited him over for dinner. When my mum was very wee, they emigrated to Canada because they were too poor here, but in Canada everyone was rude to them because they were English, so eventually they got too poor to stay there and had to come back here. My mum designed textiles and sold textiles in Japan. Then after a while she swapped to theatre wardrobe, and that's what she does now.

Both my parents are ace.

G'day mate. I am the product of my parents. The umbilical cord was cut, but thy mother is a hoarder and is clinging to it like the dick she's not getting.

They're all ****s. Except one of my mum's sisters. She's not 'normal' but I feel comfortable with her.

I don't even like my brother anymore. He tries too hard to appear 'normal' and interesting. He thinks he is 'normal' and interesting, but he's really just a **** who should admit when something's not right within himself. He won't admit it to anyone. Including his ****self.
He also says my mum's other sister (not the one I feel comy with) is the only 'normal' one out of mum and her sisters. Can he stop striving to be ****ing normal?! His word, not mine. NORMAL. He's obsessive compulsive about being NORMAL.

Dad's getting a wet brain. He thinks no one knows he drinks in secret with his wife and by himself. Having breakfast lunch or dinner is a perfect excuse for him to have a ****-up!

so i know jo ruined the thread & everything & that i'm bumping this, but its not like the void is doing anything atm.

but user never was & gelfz pictures are pretty nice. i like old pictures. & that ancestral house or w/e is pretty fiyah.

idk if i have any pics of my parents on here. i guess i can look though so i can participate & not be some creepy ****** looking at ppl's family pics on the internet.