Old People Stories

[Skullbuster 1,906]

i dont know if im alone in this, but i like hearing stories of back in the day, i listen intently when ever one of my grand parents, or any one signifigantly older than i tells me about what life was like back in the day or one funny moment they had

 

post some stories youve heard, ill post a few from my Grandpa

 

this first one was when he was a kid, now keep in mind, he grew up in 40's 50's rural Arkansas, so this should set the tone, its the story of when he first encountered black people, he told me his father owned a little country store, and one day a few black people showed up and entered the store, my grandpa who was a little kid at the time hid behind his fathers car because hed never seen black people before, so he goes to his father and says "daddy who are those people", his father looked at them and said "Son...thems n*****s" i had a good laugh at that XD

 

the other story ill post here is when my grandpa worked as a cop, he and his partner were called to a bar to settle some disagreement, while they were there a blind man tried to get his partners attention by tugging on his shirt, however, when he reached out, he wound up grabbing his partners gun, and then his partner preceded to beat up the blind man because he thought he was trying to take his gun

[Neutral 1,185]

Well from what I have heard a story that has been in the family for around 250 years or more is that our ancestor who served in the american revoltion as a british soldier actually had a chance at killing Washington or some general but let him go and when our ancestor surrendered he actually was set free by the General . My grandfather tells this.

Another is that when my great great grandfather who served in the trenches saw the Red Baron flying and saw him give a wave and so he waved back. I think this was in 1916 or 17

[Tameless 979]

I personally love listening to my grandma tell me about her life. All I need is a lot of snacks to listen and I'm good XD

[Fhaolan 4,468]

My nanna (mother's mother) had several good stories about her time in a detonator factory in London, England during WWII.

 

The first was all about how she met my grandfather. He was one of the supervising engineers who put in charge of teaching all the women working in the factory how to assemble the bomb detonators. She apparently liked the looks of him, and spent the entire time flinging tiny springs in his direction, so he would pick them up and bring the back to her.

 

The second was one day, she was the first to report in to work at the factory after a air raid. She went into the changing rooms to find an unexploded German bomb sitting in the middle of the room, having come thorough the roof without going off. Being typically British, the rest of the factory crew mounted the bomb on the wall with a little hand-painted plaque saying it was 'Renee's Bomb'. (Irene being my nanna's name). Nanna doesn't remember if they bothered to defuse the thing. Probably. Possibly. Maybe not.

[AEDAZ 176]

My grandad was over at my house just today actually. He always likes to talk about his experiences during WWII, but it never gets old. 

 

I'm afraid I don't have the right terminology, but you know those landing boats that would ride up to a beach and drop off the soldiers from the front? Well, he drove one of those. He was also not far off the coast of Japan when we decided to drop the bombs instead of invade. Had we invaded he would have been in the first wave, and I likely wouldn't be here. 

 

When I was much younger, he would show me his Japanese rifle he got after the war ended. He never really used it beyond shooting fish over the side of his ship after leaving Japan. It's really a nice rifle. 

 

He seems to show some slight prejudice towards the Japanese. I hate it, but I suppose that's just what happens...

Edited December 18, 2014 by Squeak

[Invincible 2,090]

My grandmother survived the holocaust. Nothing quite fancy as a life or death at gunpoint situation, but her family at the time were starving away as the Nazis were laying siege to their home city (during the incursions to USSR territories). She told me of how they had to scavenge by bits of trash and edible remains cooking it (in secret of course, for fear of being spotted by enemy patrols) into "garbage delicacy", whenever rations handed out were thin. Her brother and father passed away, starving and cold, during a particularly nasty winter. Sadly, they did not live to see the war's end.

 

She loves cooking and presenting lots and food during family events, and it always made me wonder if her childhood has anything to do with it.

[Neutral 1,185]

Oh squeak do you mean the landing boats that they used famously in the Normandy landings? Nice to hear about that seems very interesting . When you mean his japanese rifle do you mean the arisaka type 100 rifle? If you do then your lucky since they are collectible and are worth around 700 dollars I believe.

[~Sugar Sprinkles~ 637]

Oh, I love those stories too!!

 

 

One time my Grandma told me, that back in her day and how she lived, jobs were more important than school. She never Graduated. So, she was leaving school for work pretty much. Her Principal was being a douche bag and was trying to make her stay and threaten her. She said she did nothing but ignore him. So he grabbed her by the arm and she turned around and punched him right in the face. I laughed so hard at that. My Grandma was a fighter and one tough woman.

 

 

Another one by my Grandma was, one time, her brother had really got under her skin and they got into an argument. It then lead to her chasing her brother around the house and trying to punch him (Most of her stories involve punching someone xD) and soon enough, she trapped him by the door (Don't know what door) and it was a glass door. She took a swung and missed him and ended up breaking the glass door. She told me she was in BIIIIIG trouble.

 

 

My Grandpa also told me how he met my Grandma. My Grandpa was from West Virginia and he told me back then...once again...jobs were more important. My Grandpa had like 13 siblings. Well, in West Virginia, there was not much jobs anymore, so my Grandpa and his nephew whom was around the same age as him, traveled to Ohio, where I live. He went to this restaurant and saw my Grandma and thought she was hot babe. She was the waitress. He would go in to that restaurant like all the time just to see her and eventually he started talking to her. After awhile, they fell in love and got married pretty quickly and lasted for like 50 years, until my Grandma passed away. They did not even know each other a month and got married. I found that pretty amazing xD I also thought it was beautiful as well.

[Justin_Case001 4,855]

 

Lol, I'm sorry.

 

Sadly, I never knew any of my grandparents that well.  My mother's parents died when I was very young.  I have no memories of my grandfather on her side.  All I remember of my grandmother is visiting her in the hospital during her final days.  (cancer, chain smoker, you know.)  She was pretty out of it by then, so my memories, muddy to begin with, aren't great.  Really, all I remember is just fleeting images.  My father's father died when I was very young as well.  Absolutely no memories.  I'm not sure if I ever met him.  My dad's mother lives to a ripe old age, though.  Plenty of memories of her.  She lived with us for a couple of years when I was about eight.  Unfortunately, she was pretty senile and couldn't take care of herself.  Caring for her was a full time job that my parents couldn't keep up with, so we had to send her to a retirement home.  She died a couple years later.  So I really don't know what it's like to have a grandparent, still in possession of their mental faculties, whom you can spend time with and hear stories from.

[AEDAZ 176]

Oh squeak do you mean the landing boats that they used famously in the Normandy landings? Nice to hear about that seems very interesting . When you mean his japanese rifle do you mean the arisaka type 100 rifle? If you do then your lucky since they are collectible and are worth around 700 dollars I believe.

 

I actually don't know what kind it is. He's had people offer him decent prices for it, but he isn't willing to give it up quite yet. And yes, those very same kind of boats. 

[Neutral 1,185]

Well tell him to pass it down to your mum or dad then to you so it can still be connected. Plus I know why he won't give it up. It's his only souvenir he had from the war and its precious to him. So good on him squeak.