Your roots

Nice music Aginor, what's the connection to this thread? (for those who can't understand the tongue)

50 generations is a bit exaggerated (if one generation is 30 years, that would be 300 years). She was born in 1905. 

The lyrics to the third song (Måken = The Seagull) were written by André Bjerke, her long time friend and rival.

EDIT: Sorry, stupid miscalculation. It would be 1500 years.


Edited by refugee - November 18 2012 at 12:28

My older, earlier relatives that i know anything about (my parents and grand-parents) are, or were, Canadian, except for my maternal grand-mother, who was half American.
            My Dad was an English Literature teacher, and in his youth, a jazz drummer (amateur level)-my Mother was a social worker, and very academically inclined, at one point being the top academically in all of Ontario, Canada
            My Dad's father owned an insurance company, and also had a Diamond drilling company up north in Canada, but it was when he became political that he really hit his stride. In the 1950s, he was pretty well Prime MInister John Diefenbaker's right hand man. Grandpa Ted was both a Provincial and later Federal Member of Parliament, and was Chairman of Commitees and Asssistant to the Deputy Speaker of the House under Diefenbaker. But a stroke felled him and put him in a wheelchair. My earliest memory is meeting him when i was just 2 and a half years old, he died just months later.
             My father's Mother, whom i never knew, was a Tobler, and an American Mormon, who was related to the famous Swiss family of "Toblerone Chocolate" fame.
                My mother's father, whom i knew well, was an important Canadian Historian, both as a teacher, and writer. After WW2 when the history texts had to be updated, he was chosen as one of 7 Canadians to do the job,


Edited by presdoug - November 20 2012 at 12:19

mmmm i love me some Toblerone 

Adam & Eve

My father's family immigrated to the colonies from Essex aboard the Bona Nova in 1620 (family name Tyus) and settled in Virginia. The family later migrated to Georgia and then Alabama.

I'm not very into genealogy. I'm probably an heir to the throne of England for all I know. Also, my name is Ralph.

OK this is going to be different.

My father was born in Iraq (Yes the same Iraq) to a very wealthy family. One day a government guy knocked on their door and told my grandfather he has a few days to get the hell out of their country. All the jewish community was deported to Israel, that was in 1951.
My grandfather was devastated to find out Irael was in such bad shape. They were forced to live in a tent with the rest of the community, than moved to a tin shack for ten years, they didn't have enough food, no clothes and no health care. And it was worse than you could possibly imagine.

My mom was born in Morocco and in the age of 17 in 1963 she came with her brother to Israel, she had a slightly easier time, but still it was very hard to make that transition.
That's the basic story I guess.

BTW beautiful pictures Jim, I love those old photos.

I guess my ancestry can be traced back to Noah of early Biblical ages, or even Adam. But I won't go that far because I know too little of what's inbetween.

Edited by someone_else - November 21 2012 at 02:49