Do you have any wild family legends about how you came to exist?

My great great grandfather was a captain in napoleon’s army. napoleon was excommunicated out of France he settled in New Orleans and eventually St Landry parish

My grandfather went into the Navy at 15 right after Pearl Harbor attack. Was on a ship in the Pacific for 3 yrs. He was sent home on week leave for a death in the family, while he was gone the ship was hit by Jap torpedo, sank and no one survived. He had bad survivors guilt, went into deep depression and was medically discharged. All by age of 18.

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The night before the attack, he was thrown into the brig for fighting over a card game (coonasses gonna coonass). Thanks to this mistake made by history, I’m her

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He was playing cards on the island off ship? Otherwise wouldnt he be in the Arizona brig? Or if you are in port do they take you off the ship?

Genuinely curious not being a jerk.

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he settled in New Orleans and eventually St Landry parish

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Because Opelousas had Coonie's Bakery?

You must be related to half of Ville Platte

Great grandfather hopped off of a boat in NOLA coming from one of the southern European nations. He he was some kind of street vendor and one day saw a mob hit take place. He was one of the few witness so he ran away through the streets and down an alley. He hid in a dumpster behind a restaurant to wait. A woman came out of the restaurant to throw some trash away, saw him, and decided to keep it hush. When the mob came running by as she was walking out the alley they asked her if she’d seen a man, and she lied saying she had seen nobody.

A year later they were married and through a series of events now y’all are stuck with me

One of my distant ancestors was burned at the stake for being a witch in rural Bavaria.

Much later in history, that particular side of my family were wealthy nobility until they were expelled from Bavaria by the Mad King Ludwig, and after expulsion eventually found their way to Louisiana. Legend has it they ended up there because my great-great- whatever grandmother insisted like hell that she wanted to live somewhere warm.

No.
But I was named after Billy Cannon Conception may have been the night of the famed punt return.

My grandfather was deaf. We grew up with hearing aides, loud talk and lip reading. He wasn’t born deaf but lost his hearing as a young man when he was in the marines secondary to a bad infection that caused nerve damage. It was only later in life I learned the rest of the story.

He was part of an infantry unit ( or whatever the corps equivalent is of that) and was part of several machine gun teams. His unit was being deployed into one of the pacific theaters during WW2 but he developed the ear infection and on about 2 hours before they were scheduled to leave his squad leader sent him to sick call.

Docs recognized it was a bad infection and kept him there with plans for him to catch up to his unit in a couple days.

The infection got worse and resulted in permanent nerve damage. His unit? 90% casualty rate on one of the pacific theater islands. His machine gun squad? 100% loss.

So Paw Paw ended up deaf but I ended up alive

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Great grandfather hopped off of a boat in NOLA coming from one of the southern European nations. He he was some kind of street vendor and one day saw a mob hit take place. He was one of the few witness so he ran away through the streets and down an alley. He hid in a dumpster behind a restaurant to wait. A woman came out of the restaurant to throw some trash away, saw him, and decided to keep it hush. When the mob came running by as she was walking out the alley they asked her if she’d seen a man, and she lied saying she had seen nobody. A year later they were married and through a series of events now y’all are stuck with me

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Great story