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04-04-2007, 10:17
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Your Family
I'm an open book, but if people think this subject is too personal, no worries
I find stuff like this interesting I am the baby of 7 kids. My mom had me when she was 42. I have brothers and sisters approaching 60 My dad was in US Navy for 26yrs and then was a longshoreman. He died when I was 4, almost 5. I actually remember him well because I spent so much time with him. I was in The Pub more times before the age of 5 than most alcoholics My parents both come from one of the toughest neighborhoods in Boston and they were both real old school My mom died when she was 72, after battling heart condition for 20yrs, she was sick most my life, but toughest lady I ever met with the grace of a movie star. She worked a shit job for no money but did her best. She traveled all around the States watching me play football. Shed wake up at 2am and drive 8-10hrs to be at my games. The last 2 years of her life, after my brotrher died, she was real sick and I got in my car every friday and drove from nyc to boston to take care of her. People would praise me and I would say it was nonsense. This lady worked her whole life for me Anyways, I'd love to here about other people's families if they are comfortable enough to share 
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15-04-2007, 06:25
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My Dad died 7 years ago. A big guy at 6' 4", smoked 3 packs of Camels every day til he retired. From a German family, so old school that he didn't believe a boy should date girls in high school, that you should be out on your own, making your own living before you dated, but that it was OK for my sisters to date! Of course, that never stopped me, but we fought a lot. Finally, he threw me out, and it was years before we completely reconciled. He was an Army veteran, worked his way up from the bottom to a Superintendent position in the Post Office. An extremely disciplined, hard-ass man. But he was gentle with me when I was a small boy, he was a good family man, and he loved my mother as much as any man ever loved a woman, and that is a quality that I admire greatly in any man.
My Mom was a blonde beauty, with awesome face, great legs, and great breasts. She is still cute for an old lady!  She had a lot of heart and soul, but had a quick Irish temper like her father, and was really a bit of nut case. My father was lucky to have such a beautiful wife, but she was lucky to have someone with a good head on his shoulders to take care of her, and keep her under control. As a mother, she was barely adequate, half the time a raving *****, the other half, breaking down in tears and crying on my shoulder, telling me all her problems. I could never tell her my problems, because she was self-absorbed, too emotional, and would get too upset if I had any problems. As it was, she spent enough time crying over the problems the people on the daily afternoon soap operas had. Sometimes it seemed we switched places, and I was more like the parent, she the child. But when she was smiling, her perfect smile, with her pure ice blue eyes all lit up, it was a wonderful sight,, and made me feel very happy. She had a beautiful high soprano voice and loved to sing, and her and my Dad would sing duets. She taught me the joy of singing, and if I was quiet one day, she would say to me, "What's the matter with ya? I haven't heard ya singing around the house today. Something's wrong, what is it?" and she'd look at me, all serious and concerned, as if this was a major crisis or something. I would assure her that all was well by singing a happy tune for her, whether I felt happy or not. The important thing was that she was happy. In trying to shield her from any additional emotional upsets, I became very adept at not showing my true emotions at all, acting happy even if I was really upset, and lying about what was really going on in my life(like when my high school GF dumped me, my eyes were all red from crying. She asked me why my eyes were red and if I'd been crying. I laughed, and said it was that darn hay fever buggin' me again, and we both laughed about it). In her old age, she mellowed out, and went from being a ***** to being as sweet as can be, a saintly old lady. Until she got Alzheimer's. It's pretty bad. She doesn't know me anymore.  She was also one of the worst cooks I've ever known. But my Dad never complained once, not a single word, about the awful meals she served, and always insisted that we eat every bite on our plates, saying, "Your mother worked hard over a hot stove cooking, and you ought to show your appreciation." I would absolutely refuse to eat the mashed potatoes and gravy(world's worst), and that was the start of our fights. I can remember as a kid always wishing that I had a normal family like everybody else. Little did I know!  Guess I've said enough.
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20-04-2007, 06:19
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Who did you play for? My Dad landed at D-Day. They both passed a few years ago. Oldest of 5 from the Boston area.
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20-04-2007, 10:42
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No probs here - I'm the youngest of 6 kids (3 boys and 3 girls) almost 49yo...
My dad was ex Australian army, served in Papua New Guinea during WWII and later with the occupation forces in Japan... He passed away when I was 10 - my mum is in her late 70's and going strong...
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24-04-2007, 13:51
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My dad was born in The Hague in Holland and spend the time of his militairy service in Indonesia just after WW2. In those days it was still called Dutch East Indies.
Later her worked as purchase executive at the Dutch branch office of a large German electronics company. He sadly passed away all of a sudden when he was just 42 because of the HongKong Flue (as we called it here) back in 1969, when I was just 13. My mom was born in a small village just east of Breda. She was a nurse in during the last year of WW2 and amongst others, took care of wounded soldiers near Arnhem, when operation Market Garden failed in 1944. Later she moved to work in a private hospital in The Hague were she meet my dad and they got married. After my dad died, she had to take care of me (am single child) and did it perfectly. Beside a small widows pension, she had a few jobs as well. Although she very protective over me, I really didn't have much to complain about. Later she got Parkinsons desease and bone cancer and she had an awful death at the age of 68. How strange it may be, but while getting older during certain occassions, it seems I miss my parents more than before.
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28-04-2007, 01:53
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i played high school then prep school in Maine for a year Norhteastern University in Boston then finished up at Wagner College in Staten Island NYC
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28-04-2007, 01:56
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of course you would i miss my brother so much whenever any of the Boston sports teams go far in the playoffs i always envisioned we would travel all over to see Pats in Superbowl and Red Sox in World Series my sister would never talk about my brother dying. ever the Patriots one the SuperBowl(complete miracle then) about 4 months after my brother died and she mentioned him that night-saying how much he would've loved to see that
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28-04-2007, 03:23
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Nanook, not strange at all, in fact emphasises how important 'time' is.So I will try to see my parents more as well as my 90 year old grandma. Born in the UK with two brothers,emigrated to SA in 1970
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28-04-2007, 03:59
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Born in Denmark and defected to the US 24 years ago,
At 48 I am now the second oldest on the family tree. Have no parents, grandparents, uncles or aunts left. Only my older brother is ahead of me.
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28-04-2007, 07:21
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My parents moved to England from ireland a year or so before i was born...
I have one slightly older sister(whos bi and has a gf at the mo ) and one brother 4 years younger. Lived in the same house in England til i was 18 before moving back to Ireland with the whole family. Went to a catholic school over there so a lot of my mates were of Irish,italian,polish decent along with many English friends.My mothers side of the family are mostly settled in England but my dads side are mostly here... I still go over once a year to see everyone.... My accent is totally fckd up....
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28-04-2007, 12:32
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SAME AS ME !!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK GOD THEY MOVED BACK TO IRELAND ........... IJ
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