I will provide 4 stories considering that my families history is apart of america's history. I hope that you can take away something from this.

Claim: My families history is apart of America's history. Knowing the stories past can help us in the future. Here are the stories of the past

Story Number One.

My Great-Grandparents on my fathers mothers side were born in Eastern Europe in the early 1900s.

Geroge and Margret both grew up poor and with family secrecy and privacy and embarrassment, that's all that's known about their childhood. The story picks up in Something called a closed camp, where around 10,000 country dwellers were transported to a small town made of log houses, the residents were forced to a primitive living. No running water, no electricity, no prepared food. The camp was surrounded by German Guards to make sure that no one escaped. Geroge was a painter and he painted these landscapes, his impressionistic imprint brought a beauty to an hellistic landscape. These paintings were painted from memory as he didn't have paint or a brush, nor canvas to paint on. More importantly George was a pilot in the hungarian air force and therefore an asset to the Axis. Essentially, one day German soldiers arrived at his house and held a gun up to his head and said that if you don't join the luftwaffe you will die right here right now. So he joined. His family was relocated to another camp in Germany called Passau, which was a sub-camp of Dachau and Mauthausen concentration camp. And he flew for them for about 3 years I think. He was highly honored and got many medals. After the war ended his family ( Him, his wife, and his 4kids) stayed in Germany to make money, which was one of the worst times to make money when money was worth more for making fires then actual monetary value. In 51 they took a cross-Atlantean fairy headed to Los angeles. Something happened where the fairy had to go up the Mississippi and so they settled in Cleveland. This is the common refrain of all immigrants, not knowing where to go, letting the wind take them where the wind goes.

Story Number Two.

My next ancestor was Lt. Victor Norman Fair. He was born on August 15th, 1921 in Lincolnton, NC. He died on September 9th 1942, at the age of 21. This is his story.

In his early years, he grew up poor and had to suffer through the great depression. On his 19th birthday he decided to sign up for the navy to serve his country in WW2. He was sent to an island hopper in the pacific ocean. One year later he married a woman named Charlotte Ramseur, probably marrying her overseas. He was killed in naval engagement in Espiritu Santos, New Hebrides Islands, Pacific Ocean. Fair was wounded when his ship was sunk by Japanese gunfire in the Solomon Islands on 5 September 1942, and he died four days later. He was first buried overseas in the Solomon Islands. About 7 years after the war ended his body was moved to his hometown.

The Fair escorted a convoy from San Francisco to Pearl Harbor, where she arrived on 9 January 1944. She put to sea nine days later to conduct an anti-submarine patrol off Tarawa, and late on 4 February, joined Charrette to develop a contact previously made by the destroyer. Attacks by both ships led to the sinking of what was probably Japanese submarine I-175 the next morning. Fair returned to Pearl Harbor on 17 February, and sailed on 25 February for Majuro, where from 5 March – 12 June, she patrolled the entrance to the lagoon, and escorted ships to and from ocean rendezvous and Roi Namur. On 14 June, she arrived at Eniwetok with three oilers, and for the next 2 weeks, screened them in the fueling area off the Mariana Islands as they fueled ships serving in the assault and capture of Saipan.

The escort vessel served on patrol out of Eniwetok from 1–14 July, then returned to screen the logistics group during the assaults on Tinian and Guam. She returned to Pearl Harbor on 31 August for a brief overhaul and to take part in training operations. On 13 October, Fair was back at Eniwetok for duty escorting convoys to Ulithi until 19 January 1945. She continued her escort duty from Eniwetok to Manus, Guam, and Guadalcanal until 24 March, when she arrived at Ulithi to stage for the assault on Okinawa.

Guarding a convoy composed primarily of LSTs, Fair put out from Ulithi on 27 March, and after the initial assault on 1 April, put into Kerama Retto. On 6 April, before getting underway for Saipan with unladen transports, she fired on the massive wave of kamikazes which attacked shipping off the island, splashing one. After her voyage to Saipan, Fair patrolled off Chimu Wan, Okinawa until 12 May, then screened the transport area, firing on attacking aircraft and suicide boats for 10 days. Her next assignment was a convoy escort voyage to Saipan and Guam, returning to Okinawa on 10 June for local escort duty and patrol.

Fair cleared Okinawa on 5 July 1945 for a West Coast overhaul. She was decommissioned at Portland, Oregon on 17 November, and transferred to the United States Army on 20 May 1947.


The third story is about my great ancestor, Sir Issac Newton. He live in England and grew up in a broken home. He didn’t let that stop him from becoming what he wanted. He was a mathematician, physicist, astronomer, alchemist, theologian, and author. He didn’t let anyones thoughts of him stop him from doing what he wanted to do.


The fourth story is about my grandfather on my moms side. Bill was born in very poor town in South Carolina. The town was a factory town. Everyone worked at the mill and the town had its own currency that was only good in its town. There was no running water nor lights. He had to sleep next to a furnace in order to survive. Once he even got burned sleeping so close to the furnace. Somehow he was able to get out of this terrible place and create his own life in Ohio.


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