My mom's parents died before I was born. Don't know anything really about them. My father's parents gave me and my mom a place to stay when my dad died. (I was six months old.) My grandfather was a crane operator in the navy and later at the Seal Beach Naval Weapons Station. He was missing part of his left arm just below the elbow. He told us kids he lost it in an explosion when his ship was torpedoed in WW-II. He said he had to swim 20 miles to the nearest island. I found out the true story years later after he passed away. Turns out as a kid in Nebraska he and his buddies were tossing sticks of dynamite into a pond to catch catfish. One blew up in his hand. Lucky it didn't kill him. He story was more gallant.
my granpa was from Hungary and always smoked a pipe.
my maternal grandpa was a rural mailman since forever even back when they carried passengers and let you buy stuff with stamps.
my paternal grandpa was a farmer, store keeper, blacksmith etc. He was known for his honesty, his being non-judgmental, and for his sense of humor. He and my grandma also raised two of their grandchildren (in addition to their own five kids) and let my sheriff uncle bring jailbirds home with him when he wanted to visit over a weekend. It was a whole 'nother generation.
My grandpa was also a blacksmith. Shod horses for the army, and later did a lot of work for the city. He was obviously a pretty horny old man too. Grandma gave birth 14 times, but one was still born, so they raised 13 kids. (there were 11 on my dad's side) One of their sons grew up to be a DR. and actually delivered their last baby.
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