Random thoughts...

When someone tells you their GREAT grandmother was ancient being born in 1960 and then asks about your own. I told her that my mom was born 1960. My grandmother was 1929. And my GREAT grandmother was born sometime around the 1890's. My coworkers' face in shock as she asked how old I was. I smiled and said I come from the long distant past known as the 1990's. But if she thought that's old my brother was born 1977.

Nein... Try again. Oooops... Was told I might also have family in South America, too....ooooooppppps. Meh... He escaped east Germany with the help of an American missionary and thus I'm here.

Ehhh... Not a Nazi, but forced to fight, as we're most men of age. He didn't want to fight, but no choice in the matter. He told a story of how a drunk Russian soldier stole his bike, his commanding officer asked him why he didn't shoot him and he told him his gun jammed. So, he definitely did not want to fight. The south America thing is just dark humor, although it might have an ounce of truth. My grandfather ended up in Arizona, with the help of said missionary.

@yaasshat I feel a little embarrassed but I was slightly off about my grandmother's birth year by a few years. She was actually born in 1923. Her husband was born 1909. He was a World War II pilot for America.

Passing ships in the night, we are. Genetically speaking, that is(They say there are only five degrees of separation from everyone on the planet.) .lol My grandfather was born around the early twenties, as was my grandmother. Soooo... It's a fair assumption their parents were born at least in the 1890's. Couldn't tell ya about my dad's dad, never met the man. To say he was a shit stain, that would be an understatement(Stories.. that and trying to rape his daughter, amongst many other stories.) . I mean, my dad didn't care when he died. Soooo.... Yeah. My dad's mom? Sweet grandmother, at least. Anyways... Both of them would've been born twenties or just a touch earlier, too. We're getting old, man.lol