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Post by Anodyne on Feb 5, 2007 15:48:56 GMT -5
The town is in Ciudad Real, which is the same province Alomodovar hails from. I remember people mentioning that area has many Berids, although they don't constitute a majority anywhere. It's just a significant minority there. Someone correct me if I'm wrong. My uncle, by marriage, is Berid. Apparently Berids pop up in Galicia, as well.
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Post by rikhardhur on Feb 5, 2007 16:40:51 GMT -5
Both of my parents had a very poor childhood and teenagehood, they didn't starve by pure chance at times, especially my father. That extreme poverty led obviously to some psychological traumas and it was not that uncommon while Salazar was in power, especially in the region of Alentejo.
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Post by Bilaad Binti on Feb 5, 2007 16:46:36 GMT -5
My great grandfather was in the British Royal Navy during World War 1. He served in the war, and he was even stationed in Canada for a few months. We have letters he wrote home in 1923 describing how beautiful the scenery of the Rockies was to him, and descriptions of strange creatures Im assuming to be grizzlie bears and moose. Little did he know one of his grandsons would eventually call Canada home
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Post by Funk Monk on Feb 5, 2007 17:13:40 GMT -5
An aunt and uncle of mine were killed during the Lebanese civil war under unclear circumstances. My grandmother died young during the war too, but she was killed by "celebratory gun-fire" while watching a wedding party from a balcony, pointless death.
My father was shot in the head while being a member of a militia during the war too, and is still partially paralysed. Sucky stuff!
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Post by murphee on Feb 5, 2007 19:06:13 GMT -5
My great-aunt started Almay cosmetics. She invented the idea of 'hypo-allergenic cosmetics' and created formulas in her kitchen.
My great-grandfather was a friend of Buffalo Bill's.
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Post by atessalev on Feb 6, 2007 3:05:34 GMT -5
My paternal grandfather chopped a mans hand off (with those large instruments used to cut grass, wheat etc.) during a dispute over land. He went to jail in Istanbul for two years, then worked on some construction works on historical buildings. He's the one up front sitting down with his hand on one knee. My maternal grandmother's father fought in the Turkish War of Independence and died after he was poisoned. They don't know how or who he was poisoneded by. Both my maternal grandparents are the children of village elders, but that doesn't mean much these days.
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Post by heathenblood on Feb 7, 2007 1:13:10 GMT -5
My maternal-grandfather's family came to the U.S. in the early 1900's(Via Austria from Poland) and my grandfather learned english in school and taught it to my great grandparents.
My grandmother has documentation of one of our ancestor's discharge paper's from the civil war, not exactly sure on the details and years but it's there.
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