They’re all dead, Dave. Everyone’s dead.
(Haven’t seen my nan in ages and feel really bad about it. Rest are dead though)
They’re all dead, Dave. Everyone’s dead.
(Haven’t seen my nan in ages and feel really bad about it. Rest are dead though)
Last one, my nan, died in 2007, so nearly ten years ago.
should be a multiple choice poll. saw one set recently, others on their death beds
this thread’s going pretty well eh
Better than my granddad’s heart condition, anyway.
All dead by 2005. Still remember being in the hospital room when the last one died, very surreal.
Then I was a pallbearer at his Catholic funeral, which was even weirder.
Couple of weeks since I last saw my dad’s parents. Seeing them on Sunday for lunch.
I have climbed 5 on foot (Carrauntoohil, Slieve Donard, Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon) and 6 by bike (Solour, Aubisque, Tourmalet, Hautacam, Spandelles and La Pierre St Martin)
Three dead, remaining grandma lives in Paraguay but she usually comes over for Christmas.
My English grandma was one of the best people ever She was a Wren in WWII which is really badass
Three were dead before I was born. Other one died early 2000s I think but I hadn’t seen her since about 10 years before that so never really had grandparents.
Well thank you to @ttf @colon_closed_bracket and @nemrac
So!
My great great Uncle Dan was born in about 1900 and lived in the middle of rural Ireland (County Longford). When he was in his early 20’s this local woman takes a bit of a fancy to him. Now this wouldn’t normally be a massive issue as he was single. She was about 20 years older than him, and she was already married, to the headmaster of the local school and apparently she was really rather persistent in his pursuit of Dan.
Then one night, it’s late after closing time and this bloke, headmaster of the local school is in the pub drining and gambling which of course he was very much not allowed to be doing. All of a sudden he drops dead, heart attack or something. They couldn’t just admit to the police that he’d been in the pub, but as this was nearly a hundred years ago, they decide that the best thing to do is to just throw the body in the canal and hope everything’s fine. Funny how the world’s changed huh.
Rumours then start to go round that Dan bumped off the man so he could get with the wife although clearly this wasn’t the case. This is proper rural middle of nowhere and therefore literally everyone is talking about it. Therefore one day, Dan’s mother tells him to come visit her in the middle of the night which he does. She then presents him with £500, which was all the family’s money and would be the modern equivalent of about £20k. She says to him that he can’t stay in the area, it’s ruining the family name. She says take this money, go to Dublin, and get on the first/ boat to New York. There’s opportunities there and you’ll be able to meet other Irish people. So he takes the money and gets on the boat to New York
Now, what does an Irishman do in New York in the 1920’s? Set up a speakeasy of course!
So that’s what he does and apparently it goes very well. Now at some point a few years later, someone from back home somehow ends up in Dan’s place, and sees him and returns to County Longford. They then go round saying 'hey guys, I know where Dan Byrne is he’s in New York and he’s running a speakeasy". Word goes round and the woman finds out… and then goes to Dublin to get on a boat.
Inevitably she gets to New York and she does find him and continues her pursuit of him. By now she’s probably in her late 40’s… anyway they get married!
Then they return to live in Dublin. When they left New York, Dan was given a medallion to say goodbye, which is still owned by one of my Dad’s cousins. On the back it says “from the boys on 42nd Street”.
Now you’re probably wondering who the boys on 42nd Street were, and it turns out they were… the police! Clearly he was doing a fair job of keeping the violent side of running a speakeasy from causing too much trouble so they just turned a blind eye to it. Maybe they even popped in for a drink themselves
End of story, hope you liked it
My great, great uncle was this man
The wikipedia page leaves out bits about him blowing up bridges but hey ho
(this is a less good story than yours)
Some time last year, idk.
Another vote for Davidoff Cool All My Grandparents Are Dead.
would defo be interesting to find out more
I just want to go to the road and claim it for my own as is my birthright (probably)
Your story sounds like a film! Like Titanic but better
I feel like there should be a thread for cool stories about family members and ancestors
Mum’s Dad: Dead, absolute scummer of a human anyway
Mum’s Mum: Saw her the other day, took her to Ireland for a family reunion, was wonderful
Dad’s Dad: Alive but mentally gone, in a home and has none of his former personality anymore. Haven’t been to visit his home for a little while.
Dad’s Mum: Dead
Right laugh
shit. sorry guys
this is great