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

my dad doesn't get on the wrong train from the naval training center in San Diego and my mom doesn't head to New Orleans from New York later than expected...they never meet in a train station in Baton Rouge


one of my great great great great great great grandfathers was a drummer boy captured prior to the battle of New Orleans in Mobile. When the battle was over , the British alerted that if your young sons had been captured, a parent would need to come claim them. Well, his mom was dead and his dad was somewhere on the battlefield. Had he not pretended to be someone else's son when it was time to return the young lads after the battle...he would have ended up in England.

Prior to that, he , his father and his siblings were on the Mississppi River for the New Madrid Earthquake.

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

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not me, but SSjr1 was conceived the night Big Dick Joe went balls deep in Clemson for the natty. My wife vetoed me naming him Burrow

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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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My grandfather was on the HMT Rohna. It was hit by a glide bomb. My grandfather was afloat waiting to be rescued, at night, for over 9 hours.
1138 were killed, 1015 were US personnel. My grandfather was one of the 819 survivors. He got a Purple Heart.

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My ancestor was one of two Frenchmen the Indians didn’t slaughter during the Natchez Massacre of 1729. They needed him, as the wagon driver/repair guy, to haul all their spoils to the Natchez village.

Over 200 men were killed and only a couple were spared.

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my remaining ancestors sold off their plantation for a penny,

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Damn that was a hell of a deal even back then. How many acres we talking here?

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Hodag

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I was wondering how long it was going to take for someone to realize it

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Goodness that’s brutal

Only cool story I know is that my great great grandfather on my dad’s side was a wealthy landowner in Mexico. He fled to Texas around the turn of the century when he learned that Pancho Villa was after him and all of his money. He took as much possessions as he could in some kind of trunk and fled with all of the family. He settled in Texas and lost the trunk with all their money. My great grandmother grew up dirt poor in Texas.

My great great great grandfather on my mom’s side left Ireland to come to America to help build the transcontinental railroad.

My oldest daughter would not have been born in July '87 if not for the "post game party" my wife and I had after LSU defeated Alabama at Legion Field in November '86.