On my mom's side, My Grandpa was a farmer, he and his wife fled Germany when the Nazi Party rose, they settled in Alberta, and Grandpa found work farming until he could save enough to buy his own, and that's where the family name started (we suspect that they were jewish, and changed their name because they saw what was coming. My Grandma was a farm wife, stayed at home, helped around the farm and cooked and cleaned.
On my Dad's side, all we know is that he flew as a navigator in Lancaster Bombers in the War, wrote his wife a letter near the end of the war, saying I met someone else so long. My dad never saw him again. My Grandma on my dad's side died of Cancer, and my Dad became a orphan bouncing from situation to situation while fostering a hate for his brothers who stole his inheritance from his mom.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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