What's In A Name?..Your Family's Claim To Fame..

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schuylaar

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my great great great grandfather (maternal) worked for this guy and we lived on the estate:

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how about you?
 
Well it turns out that my dad was Charles Lindbergh. We new him as Careu Kent or 'dad'. He only came to visit for a few days every year. He found my mom in Appalachia and loved her "pure Anglo-Saxon lineage". Once he took us out for ice cream.


(asterisk) obviously I am lying. But Lindbergh did father a half a dozen children in post-war Germany and Switzerland. It is speculated that he was such a strong believer in eugenics that he felt it a disservice not to scatter his seed across devastated Europe. He hoped to provide the 'supermen' to rebuild it.
 
Unclebaldrick said:
Lindbergh did father a half a dozen children in post-war Germany and Switzerland. It is speculated that he was such a strong believer in eugenics that he felt it a disservice not to scatter his seed across devastated Europe. He hoped to provide the 'supermen' to rebuild it.
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That logic is hard to argue with, I think I should start in North Korea maybe...I can provide the supermen to rebuild it.


Vanilla Ice is my 2nd cousin
 
I heard my uncle was a war hero. Supposedly he killed 18 VC with his bootlace after he ran out of ammo. I guess when he returned stateside, things weren;t that great for vets. He turned to alcohol and drugs, where he became a pimp and started his own crew that is rumored to have not once, not twice, but thrice, knocked over three liquor stores in one day. He did a short run in the state pokey, but was released early after saving the warden's life. When he got out he cleaned up and moved to the wilderness to get away from the temptation of the lifestyle. There, he befriended a bear. One day while he was shooting at some food, oil came up from the ground. He made a ton of money and bought a tour boat. On a fateful day, on a three hour tour, he got caught in a storm and they were stranded on an island for several years. Missing the hustle of the streets he moved to NY and drove a cab for a while. He eventually moved back to the West coast to settle down where he moved into a little apartment with two women.
 
ClaytonBigsby said:
I heard my uncle was a war hero. Supposedly he killed 18 VC with his bootlace after he ran out of ammo. I guess when he returned stateside, things weren;t that great for vets. He turned to alcohol and drugs, where he became a pimp and started his own crew that is rumored to have not once, not twice, but thrice, knocked over three liquor stores in one day. He did a short run in the state pokey, but was released early after saving the warden's life. When he got out he cleaned up and moved to the wilderness to get away from the temptation of the lifestyle. There, he befriended a bear. One day while he was shooting at some food, oil came up from the ground. He made a ton of money and bought a tour boat. On a fateful day, on a three hour tour, he got caught in a storm and they were stranded on an island for several years. Missing the hustle of the streets he moved to NY and drove a cab for a while. He eventually moved back to the West coast to settle down where he moved into a little apartment with two women.
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my great grandma used to chill with some famous bootlegger mafioso types..she was a NJ red hot mama roaring '20's from what i understand..my claim to fame was telling her to "go fuck herself" at 15 (when i discovered weed) and her telling my grandma (her daughter). they both laughed their asses off.
 
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