On my dad's side, Danish, lived in Copenhagen during the war. Farfar (Father's father) ran a large construction company there and did some work for the resistance - even hid a Jewish child on the night the Danes evacuated their Jewish population to Sweden. After the war, he and his family moved to Canada where he set up another large company. Things were hard at first, but the Jewish community found out there was a Dane doing construction and started giving him business as a thank you for all the Danes did during the war.
Farmor (Father's Mother) was a stay at home mom, loved to dress up, and made the best rye bread I will ever have. She pickled everything.
On my mom's side, big farming family, but my grandpa was a steam engineer at a bible college in a small Albertan town. His wife was also a stay-at-home mom, and after some hip surgery became an opioid addict. They estranged themselves from my parents early on in my life and I didn't really know them.
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