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1 10 124 https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/16012203a037ae7aa5d5adc46aa3a678.pdf c898ce066d082e7cb9afd0dcb9f3b07c Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Alex J. Description An account of the resource The family has its roots in Oklahoma and experienced most of the events of the 1960s, including military service during the Vietnam War. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Alex J. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource July 2012 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Charles Evans PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Alex * Since the end of World War II my family, ranging from my grandparents to myself, has seen a lot of important world events. This essay will tell about the events from my grandfather’s time, my father’s time period, as well as my own thoughts on recent history. My grandfather, Willie Lee *, was born in April of 1935, and at the end of World War II was roughly 9-10 years old. He was living in Oklahoma on the family farm with the rest of his family, about 7-8 other siblings as well as his mother. Around the start of the Korean War he was right about the age of 15 and still too young to fight. He does remember some of the older boys from school signing up and leaving town for a while, and also heard reports on his radio at home in the evenings. He met my grandmother in the summer of 1957, who was in Oklahoma visiting extended family since her immediate family was living in California after moving during the dust bowl. They were married in 1958 and my father, Willie *, was born in October of 1959. They were both living in California when the Cuban Missile Crisis occurred as well as when JFK was assassinated. With the start of Vietnam, my grandfather went on to serve in the United States Air Force. Also in the Air Force at that time was my mother’s father, who after being stationed in Turkey from 1964-1966, was then asked to fight in Vietnam as well. They both returned home in early 1974. In 1976 they celebrated the bicentennial by partying in Los Angeles. In 1977 my grandfather and grandmother got divorced and my father has no real idea where my grandfather was until 1985, from their my grandfather was living in Las Vegas during every major event except for 9/11, when he was visiting us in Oregon. My father, being born in 1959, does not remember anything about the beginning of the Vietnam War just that his father was in it. He vividly remembers the 1969 moon landing, as he �sat in his living room watching the black and white television broadcast at the tender age of ten. He was entranced by the thought of space and visiting other planets. He wanted to be an astronaut, until an unfortunate accident in 1972 where he fell out of a 3rd story window and permanently damaged his vision, thus ruining his chances of getting into the Air Force to be a pilot. He was too young for the “free love” movement, but graduated high school in 1977 and participated in the disco scene. He was still living in Los Angeles, working at a hotel when the 1980’s hit, and saw the election of his all time favorite president, Ronald Regan. In fact he made so many contributions to Ronald Regan’s campaign that he has an autographed letter from Regan giving thanks for all of his help. In 1982 he got a job as a military ship electrician at Todd’s shipyard at the Southwest Marine complex in Long Beach California, refitting and repairing electrical systems on ships that were patrolling the Pacific. He met my mother in 1986, and they were married in 1988. Two important things happened in 1989, I was born and the Berlin wall was torn down. The tearing down of the Berlin wall and the end of the Cold War was significant for my father because it effectively put him out of work. Bush I was elected and Desert Storm happened, Clinton was elected, Monica Lewinski happened, we still lived in California. Now on to what I remember from recent history. I vaguely remember Clinton bombing Iraq in 1998, and shortly afterward we moved to Oregon to get away from Los Angeles and try to find work for my parents. The Y2K scare came and went and nothing happened. 9/11 then occurred and I remember this very vividly, which is odd because when comparing notes with other peers that lived in this area, our experiences were completely different. I went to middle school as normal, and during first period we watched the replays of that morning’s events on the news and then continued with our day. Other kids were allowed to go home if requested by parents, but overall no one was really affected over there as much as the people here were. The �D.C. sniper is another that I remember happening while living in Oregon and was not even fazed about, simply because it didn’t affect me, but asking people about it here brings up so much intense feelings of fear and anger that I don’t even bother anymore. Everyday, events pass us by and whether those events are significant are not they still become a part of history. One day my kids will hopefully ask me where I was during an important historical event, and hopefully I’ll have good enough sense to remember and pass down our own family history. � Reagan Vietnam https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/5d53d158b97fb85789508f0a4cb8be51.pdf 2b1308019b968d0370849bc8cdfbfc97 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Amanda R. Description An account of the resource Her family lived through harrowing events in East Asia in the 1970s only to later face the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Amanda R. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Amanda R.    My family and I have been very affected by events occurring after the end of World  War II in 1945. In fact, if it were not for the United States practicing containment so heavily  in the era of the Cold War, I probably would not be here today. This is because my mom,  her parents, and her siblings only came to America because of Khmer Rouge taking over  Phnom Penh during the Vietnam War. In addition, my mother’s second experience as a  refugee as well as my first experience influenced our move from New Orleans to Northern  Virginia in 2005. These events, the Vietnam War and Hurricane Katrina, have been two of  the most significant, deciding factors in how my life has played out today.    Born in Cambodia to Chinese parents, my mother was only 17 years old when  Khmer Rogue invaded Phnom Penh. On April 9, 1975, her father and my grandfather, an  employee at the US Embassy in Cambodia, announced to his family that they had to  evacuate to Thailand for one month. They packed as little as possible in order to move  quickly, but soon found out that their belongings back home would never again be with  them. On April 17, only eight days later, they became aware of Khmer Rouge’s invasion in  Phnom Penh; it was clear that they would not be returning anytime soon, but they were  also not staying in Thailand. Because of my grandfather’s job at the US Embassy, he and his  immediate family were taken to California, where a family in New Orleans soon sponsored  them, thus influencing my life greatly, of course. Unlike my family at the time, many  Cambodian families were left, facing imminent death by the communists. While, of course,  the tragic occurrences that moved my family to the United States in the first place also  caused many other families to relocate to the US and other countries, such as Australia  (where I actually do have relatives that evacuated from Cambodia), it had a colossal  �devastation in those Asian countries, which does not compare to the societal impact in  America in the same way.  This tragic event is always hard to read about, and knowing that  my family and their extended family were so very close to this makes it all the more real as  well as scary. In this event, my mother and her family experienced being a refugee for the  first time.    In 2005, my mother, for the second time in her life, and my family experienced this  when Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans, a city backed by a poorly prepared US  government. Due to this disaster, one that has been huge in global history and news, my  family and I evacuated to Northern Virginia, where my mom had relatives. We lost the  majority of our possessions and found that reparations for our damages were rare because  of the numerous mismanagements occurring in government agencies meant to deal with  disaster recovery. For this reason, we were forced to relocate to Northern Virginia and  start our lives over in a new place.    After writing about these events that have greatly influenced the lives of my family  and myself, it has become so obvious that the actions of the US government have an  extremely large impact on what happens in the world over a period of time. While looking  at the surface of these situations, it may not add up that the government had such a massive  impact on the outcome; but that is simply not the case. The Vietnam War and the events  that went with it left a huge impact on the world – not just American society. The Vietnam  War, a war that did not take place on American soil, was influenced by US foreign policy at  the time and largely influenced global events. It is clear that the United States government  has made many decisions and acted in many different ways that have left profound marks  on both the world and my family.   � Hurricane Katrina Khmer Rouge Vietnam https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/af12477c09331c612592488bbb653a3c.pdf a4713d076a88bcee3e562409d48de30a Document A resource containing textual data. 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Andrew *      History is a broad subject, and often times individuals or families are  overlooked, however, they are as much a part of history as any major historical  incident. My family has lived and experienced many historical events and we are a  part of history. My family’s story begins with my grand parents.    My grandfather was born in what is now known as North Korea, and my  grandmother was born in the South. They both lead rather sedentary, simple lives  until war broke loose. With the Northern army advancing south, my grandfather,  escaped with his family to the south. Unfortunately, he was separated from his  family. He eventually got to the South, but at the cost of his loved ones. Years later,  he was able to reach his brother who also successfully escaped South, and learned of  his mother, who was unfortunately still up North. She recently passed away, and due  to the split of Korea, he was unable to see her. There is no information about the  other members of his family.    My grandmother, on the other hand, was lucky and lived on the southern tip  of the peninsula and was sheltered from the experience my grandfather endured. He  lived as an orphan in South Korea until he ran away and started his life. He met my  grandmother and they had four kids, including my mother. In 1970, they  immigrated to the United States. It took them a while to get acclimated to American  culture and unfortunately the first major event she can remember as a child is the  Water Gate Scandal.    In the mid 1970’s Atari was released and became the first major videogame  console to be sold in a retail venue. This was a huge hit with my uncles, and it’s a  �passion they still carry with them to this day. My uncles were also passionate  hockey fans (how Koreans developed passion for hockey, I don’t know), and the  1980 USA Hockey team victory over their Russian counterparts was a huge moment  in their lives. They weren’t able to attend but they watched every second of the  game from their little television at home.    My mom described the Challenger explosion as a surreal moment in her life.  It was one thing to watch history, and it is another to watch tragedy as it unfolded.  In 1988, I was born, and that’s a small historical event in its self. Two of my uncles  were also army Rangers and both were deployed into Kuwait for the start of the Gulf  War. Both came home unharmed.     I was still young so I don’t remember my recollections of the Oklahoma City  bombings but my mom remembers being at work and finding about it. She said she  was never so shocked from watching the news, at that moment anyway. Then came  the attacks on 9/11, and the shock factor was incomparable. I was in middle school  English class when our teacher broke the news. My parents came and picked my  sister and I from school and we drove home in silence. We really didn’t know how to  react; this was a first for us. We also had the pleasure of witnessing the inauguration  of the United States’ first African‐American President.    While our history may not show up in a history book, it still has value.  History is the story of the world, from the smallest to the biggest entity.      � Challenger Explosion Korean War https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/a8f8bf67dd6247c45e89433eacb110b5.pdf 4f3a6cd277533bf60d8a1a0d63cfa488 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Arash A. Description An account of the resource Much of his family was forced to flee Afghanistan after the Soviet invasion and the setting up of a puppet, communist government. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Arash A. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Arash * As the second World War ended, the world was a changed place in many ways and there was hardly anybody in the world that would not be affected by what would come in the decades after. The dust had barely settled from the years of destruction and deaths as a new kind of conflict had already started. The democratic West would be in a diplomatic and military fight with the Communist East for more than the coming next 50 years. American military involvement was summoned as soon as 1950, when a coalition of Western countries deployed to defend the Korean peninsula from an invasion in the North, backed by the mighty Soviet Union. More and more, both America and the Soviet Union would attempt to battle one another, whether covertly or by proxy. There were many close calls between the two sides, most famously during the Cuban Missile Crisis. About two decades into the Cold War, there was considerable involvement from one or both sides in conflicts ranging from Indonesia to Angola. A key turning point however came in 1979 in Afghanistan. At this time, my parents had not yet met. but all my family members on both sides were directly impacted by the events for the rest of their lives. What happened that year is the reason I came to this country. The Soviet Union had tried to influence Afghan politics but failed to do so and decided to escalate by invading Afghanistan with a massive army. My father at this time was a young radio news broadcaster. I asked him what happened and he spoke to me in his native Dari, with myself providing the translation. “I was at home with a small pistol. I was the oldest, and my father was too old to protect us so it was up to me. I remember a knock on the door, and they were Soviet soldiers accompanied by some Afghans that sided with the Russians. They asked me, 'why the hell didn't you come to work this morning?'” My father describes getting in the car and leaving �his worried family at home, which included his parents and 5 younger siblings. Back at the radio station, he was made to read a statement. “It made me sound like I was on the Russians' side,” my father continued. “It made me sound bad. For years after, people would ask me why I read that statement. It told people that [the Soviets] were there to save Afghanistan and that they should not worry. People hated me for it. They didn't know that I read that with a kalashnikov pointed at my head. I had never had a gun pointed at me like that before.” My mother (now separated from my father) lived right across from the Soviet embassy in Kabul. She fled in 1982 on a bus to the border with Pakistan. Her comments were also in her native Dari, translated to English by myself. “We paid the guards at the border. They let us cross. People were making money of refugees cross the border, obviously.” My mother's side of the family stayed in Pakistan for 2.5 years before leaving for France and the Netherlands as political refugees. My father was lucky enough to be able to leave Afghanistan before major fighting broke out. “The airport was locked down but the soldiers knew me and did me a favor. On the plane to Amsterdam, there were mostly Westerners and reporters from the BBC. They were drinking and taking shots because they were so happy to leave unharmed.” His parents stayed in Kabul until 1992, when a major civil war broke out between fighting factions. “I became the first political refugee in the Netherlands." My parents settled in a town outside of The Hague in the Netherlands. I was born there myself in 1987, two years before the Soviet withdrawal of Afghanistan. Due to the continuous civil strife during the 90s and insecurity in the past decade, I have been unable to travel to my motherland. All my family has left Afghanistan and has been able to live relatively successful middle class lifestyles all over the world. What happened in 1979 ensured that my family would �scatter all across the globe. I have immediate family members in Toronto, Canada and Sydney, Australia. I have dozens of family members in France, Germany and The Netherlands. My father continued his career in journalism as he left Kabul. He is now managing editor of the Voice of America's Afghan service, which broadcasts live television to Afghanistan on a daily basis. � Afghanistan https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/b1eee8b850b39851da0249815d1a84bc.pdf 304a3fb9f7ef713f69d935b041fcf6a4 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Ashley T. Description An account of the resource Part of her grandparents and family fought in World War II; while the other side of her family perished in the Holocaust. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ashley T. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Ashley * Due to the draft, almost all families, including mine were involved and affected by World War II in some way, shape or form. My grandparents on my father’s side are not alive today, but I do know my grandmother was at Pearl Harbor the day it was bombed and had to evacuate at the age of 12 and her father was in the Navy. My Jewish grandparents on my mother’s side is where I accumulated most of my information about the country’s state after the War and how did it personally affect them. During World War II my grandfather, who was a Sergeant in the Army-Air Force and served until he was separated from the military a year after the War had ended. He then traveled to Florida to live out his dream as being a Meteorologist and was hired by the weather bureau. A year later he met my grandmother who was greatly affected by the War. During the War my grandmother worked at a Buick war plant manufacturing buses for the army in Chicago. She had four brothers who were all drafted into the military at that time. The oldest died in 1944 in Italy. The others survived and after the war, left the military and all were involved in the family’s used car business, which did not have much business after the war due to a lack of inventory. My great great-grandmother and 7 of her children (6 brothers the youngest was a two week old, and one sister) to include all their families who lived on a farm in Lithuania were killed during the Holocaust. They were marched out of their houses early morning, �stripped of all their clothes and belongings, were told to dig a mass graves and shot to death. Basically, my great great-grandmother’s entire family except for her was killed that day. This was very devastating, but my grandmother did not receive verification until 1960 after contacting the Red Cross because their letters kept getting returned. My family, since then have tried to recover all the land in Lithuanian that my great great-randfather owned, but they stated that unless my grandmother became a resident they could not receive the land. Even then, their records were not that accurate so I do not even know if she would receive all that was owed to her. After the War there was a lot of racism towards the Jews in America for a long time. My grandparents live in Montgomery County in Maryland and when they first moved there in 1950 there would be signs stating No Jews allowed in some places and parks. My grandfather states that the unemployment rate for the veterans after World War II were very high, the government introduced the GI Bill so soldiers were able to go back to school and get their degree, which a lot of veterans utilized. In conclusion, my entire family was involved in War World II and was affected by the aftermath just like millions of other families. It was a sad and desperate time for a lot of people trying to digest what was left over from War World II and all the missing people and deaths. Though, World War II greatly impacted our country and brought on social, cultural, and economic movements that would change history and lead us in the right direction. � https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/1164005b5728a8d9a6ed47c67c2e881d.pdf 9225bbb772bf2c229a0519502e73cc7b Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Cheryl W. Description An account of the resource Extended family originated in Germany and many relatives were involved in both world wars. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Cheryl W. 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Cheryl *      When I married my husband we created a mix of family histories to pass down to our  children.  One branch of my family tree comes from Germany following World War 1 and my  husband has a branch of his family that comes from Germany after participating in World War  2.  Although our families share a similar cultural heritage as Germans they had very different  experiences as German citizens.    My great‐grandmother lived in Wiesbaden, Germany until 1926.  Wiesbaden is situated  a little over 100 miles from the French border.  Her experience during World War 1 would have  been one of great hardship.  Although Wiesbaden did not receive any damage during the war,  all of Germany was unable to get supplies due to a naval blockade held by Britain for the  duration of the war.  German families were asked to give up materials that could be used in the  war effort.  My family was not of great means and would have been very hard hit by the  shortage of food and supplies.    After World War 1, my great‐grandmother married an allied soldier and returned with  him to the states.  They became farmers in Maryland and unfortunately for them they soon  were in the great depression that began in 1929 with the stock market crash.  They were able  to maintain their farm throughout those hard times and even became a family of modest  means.  My great‐grandparents were very hard working and I feel the struggles that my great‐ grandmother lived through helped to create her resilient nature and indomitable spirit.      My grandfather was raised with a sense of "American pride" as he called it.  They were  not allowed to speak German in their household because of concern for the opinions of others  and my great‐grandmother's desire to fit in with other American families.  My grandfather even  �enlisted to fight in World War 2, although he was denied for medical reasons.  So much of our  German heritage was taken from my family when my great‐grandmother left Germany with so  little of her belongings and then even more so when she attempted to assimilate into American  society.  She did not talk about Germany and said it brought back sad memories.  All that has  been left to us are pictures in old photo albums.    My husband's grandmother lived in Bayreuth, Germany until 1950. Bayreuth is located  on the eastern side of Germany near the Czech Republic.  Bayreuth was the capital of the Nazi  Gau of Bavarian Ostmark during the war.  Both my husband's grandfather and great‐uncle  fought as Nazi Soldiers.  His grandfather was an SS officer who was killed during a weapons  malfunction in his initial training and his great‐uncle was killed in Russia as a tank operator. The  hardship of being a widowed mother to a small child in the war and losing her only brother  must have been very hard on the family.   A few years later after re‐marrying the son of an  Ukrainian officer, who was in a relocation camp in Bayreuth, the family relocated to the United  States and became small business owners in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. My husband's mother  joined them in 1958 after finishing her education in Europe and they had developed a very  successful and profitable business.    Their experience during World War 1 was very much the same as my great‐ grandmother.  During World War 2, however, the food supplies were not limited in the same  way and Germany began the war as a military powerhouse.  Germans, at that time,  were fed a  steady diet of Nazi propaganda that created a euphoria in favor of the war.  It seems like it was  a misplaced sense of German pride that embraced the hope for a new and better life for the  German people.       �  My husband's grandmother, until her death, did not believe that the version of facts  told by the Allies about World War 2 were true. Whether it was a sense of guilt or loyalty to her  German roots, she chose to believe the best of what she was told during her life in Germany.   My mother‐in‐law said she did not know many details about Nazi Germany until she left  because they were not spoken of in her history classes.  The history of my husband's family has  left him with a strong sense of German heritage.  America became a chance for their family to  make a new life when things became hard in Germany after the war.  Their family had lived  through bombings and Nazi propaganda and came out with a resilience and strength that  brought them through the hardship of two world wars.    I trust my children will be able to learn from our family history and the lessons that  history affords all of us.  I hope I can teach them how to avoid the mistakes of those who came  before us and create a world and history their children can be proud of.     � Great Depression World War I World War II https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/2456bb17bb02f52a64ce5fe31ca6e49e.pdf 124b3ebb416778e83e46b5f269f9cd0a Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Erin G. Description An account of the resource Family has Turkish roots, but older grandparents were Russian who escaped after 1917. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Erin G. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Erin *      My family is Turkish on both sides and I am proud to say that I was the first child born in  the US out of my entire family. My mother’s side is quite complicated, however. Her mother is  Russian, but relocated to Istanbul during the Russian Revolution. My grandmother had to  convert to Islam from her Christian roots; while it was difficult to hide that she looked different  than the other Turkish women. My mother was one of five children and the only one of those  five children to move to America. She moved here in her twenties to go to the University of  Michigan and begin a new life in a new country. That’s where she met my father, who is also  Turkish‐American, but far more Americanized than my mother was.    My father’s side of the family is extremely small, which is unusual in Turkey. He was  born in Istanbul and his parents left him with his grandparents to be taken care of until he was  five years old. During that time, my grandparents from my father’s side moved to the US to  make a new life for themselves. Also during this time was when immigration was starting to  become much more diverse in the US, which my family was a part of.    It’s interesting that regardless of all the shocking events going on in America and the  world at large, during the past fifty years, my family has taken from it to focus on school and  getting the best job possible. In Turkey, it is very highly looked upon if you have a college  degree, especially from a well‐known school. It was not always like that, however. Going to  college and getting a good job in Turkey is very competitive since high‐paying jobs are very  scarce.  �  My mother is the only one out of all of her siblings to have a high‐paying job in society.  My mother’s father was a very successful steel producing factory owner in the early 1940s in  Istanbul. He generated enough money for his family, before his death, which still supports them  to this day. His family came from one of the villages in northern Turkey and he grew up on a  farm and was considered to be low class.    My grandmother came from a very wealthy Russian family but married my grandfather  for love. My grandmother’s grandfather was a very high general in the Tsar’s army. All of their  relatives from that side of the family were killed and the family wealth was looted and lost. My  grandmother was just a baby when her family moved to Turkey and she never met any of her  Russian relatives. Her parents were on their honeymoon in Eastern Europe when the revolts  broke out in Russia, forcing them to never return to their homes or see their families again. It’s  interesting how my grandmother, now suffering from Alzheimer’s, can still remember how to  speak Russian.    Today, my family has every religion in it. My mother was Christian, but converted to  Islam and is still practicing Islam today. My aunt married into a Jewish family and has also  converted to Judaism while my great aunt has maintained her Christian religion. My family does  not practice any religion and we are the only ones who live in America, but whenever we go to  Istanbul, it always feels like our second home. My aunt and I are planning a trip to St.  Petersburg to research information on our lost ancestors in Russia since my grandmother has  never spoken of them or of our family from that side because she was afraid of standing out too  much in Turkish society.   �  Since my father’s family is completely Turkish, dating all the way back to Mongolia, my  mother’s side of the family gives a touch of flavor with my Russian grandmother. It’s so  interesting to learn new things about my ancestors since my grandmother refused to tell us  anything. There are still things we do not know today about her family’s past, but the only thing  we are aware of is that they definitely had strong ties with the Tsar family and were among the  highest officials in Russia during that time.   � https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/955f326c727098c681dfac643b0c0618.pdf d8d9d4c9fe475705b6cdbd37cc595c30 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Kawsar P. Description An account of the resource Bangladesh has seen its share of turmoil since Britain left the sub-continent in 1948, and this family has seen those events first hand. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Kawsar P. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Kawsar * I am American Muslim citizen who was born in Bangladesh, to couple from India and Pakistan. The last three generations of my family before me have live through three wars. My family has been a part of the Indian Independence War, Pakistani Independence War and the Bangladeshi Independence War. It is always the survivors who gain or lose the most in the war, same had happened to my family. During 1915-1945 these three countries were all part of a British Colony. With the help of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Mohammad Ali Jinnah and many others India was led to its freedom. But within India there were issues; the Indian citizens. India’s population was, and still is, very diverse; there were Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Sikh, and many other. Diversity in a nation is good, but it wasn’t the case here. Muslims in India didn’t want to be a part of India they wanted their own nation. And when this war broke out my family lost a lot, they were resided in Hindu dominated area in middle of India. Hindus and Muslims just jumped out on the streets and robbed, abused, raped, and killed anyone they would. When it became absolutely unsafe my grandparent, who lived with their parents, all had to relocated to find safer ground. They left behind their home, land, farmland, and farm animals. Many people were killed in this time, including few of my family members. My father’s aunt saw her own son being slaughter and thrown in the well along with many other young males. To find refuge, my family members were all over the Indian map. Some found safe ground in Karachi, West Pakistan and some in Bihar, India and some in Calcutta, India and some in Dhaka, East Pakistan. The ones who moved to Dhaka, which is now the capital of Bangladesh, little did they know, that violent will follow them there too. �In 1971, another war broke out between East and West Pakistan, it was a fight for the national language. Since my family was from India and we spoke Urdu, we are once again on the minority. Once again killing began, this time it was worst. My father’s family was well established at this point, but that didn’t matter because they could speak the Bengali language. Once again everyone moved around trying to find safer place. Again they had to leave their land and house, and everything. Some were able to sell their properties and manage to escape to India or Pakistan; my father’s family was able to do that. But my mother side of the family couldn’t afford to escape, they were forcefully kick out of their own home. They found shelter in a three roomed house, they lived there with seven other family. There would be few days in a row when no one ate anything. My mother’s youngest sister died out of hunger at the age of nine months and her oldest brother was killed at the age of 20. It was a very tough time for them, no one know when they were going to eat the next meal or if they would see the new dawn of the morning. Thankfully the war ended in March 26, 1971, and East Pakistan wasn’t East Pakistan anymore; it was Bangladesh. There were some refugee camps in Bangladesh, for the Urdu speakers. Since my mother’s family lost everything in the war, there we living in refugee camps for few years. Even after the war, for many years Urdu speaks were discriminated against. In 1989, when my mother took my brother to enroll in an elementary school, he was denied admission because we didn’t speak proper Bengali. My parents went though the discrimination, and they didn’t want us to face the same thing, and that is why we moved to American to get better education and get a fair chance at life that they didn’t get. � https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/70fa22e74f0c24acb8baa691c538b1a6.pdf c6a658874d3d59119ef3f91e79cdba06 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Kristen R. Description An account of the resource Living in northeastern Pennsylvania, this family lived through the economic depression that swept the area in the 1970s (along with the destruction of Hurricane Agnes). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Kristen R. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Kristen *  Before I start my family’s short timeline of events I would like to explain some gaps, in  our family tree. I believe that this will give you better insight as to why I am choosing to write  about some key family members that although they have had a direct affect on my life, they  would not necessarily be seen as a direct linage (ei: my great uncle).  My mother and her siblings were separated when they were very young; my mother  was left in the care of her grandparents because of her tender age of nine months old. Her two  older siblings were said to be in care of my grandfather, an alcoholic, who later returned only to  leave the older two children in the care of my great grandmother. My maternal grandmother  was said to have had a mental break and after leaving my grandfather did not return or make  any further contact. So for the purposes of this report, please understand that those who have  information seem unwilling to diverge more than the fact that my grandfather James Pryce was  a vet of the Korean War and had an issue with alcohol. Though it may sound sad, it is what it is,  as they say.   Originally from the Wyoming Valley of Pennsylvania, both my maternal and paternal  sides have long and extensive roots in business and family. With both families immigrating pre‐  World War II the ability to track family members during this time was quite simple. I have only  one direct relative who was a participant in World War II that returned home to Wilkes‐Barre,  Pa. my grandfather Joseph *. He enlisted at the age of seventeen and was assigned as a cook  for a naval ship. Upon his return to Wilkes‐Barre, he opened his first restaurant with help from  a cousin. Coming from an Italian American family they worked off of general family receipts and  �opened strictly for breakfast and lunch, providing a deli like environment for the department  stores and local companies of the main business square. In 1951 my grandfather married a first  generation Russian‐ American Sofia O*, together they would go on to open three restaurants  and have three children one of which is my father Richard *.  During this same time frame my maternal family, of Welsh decent, was making their pre  and post war contributions by working in the ever slowing coal mines of Northeastern  Pennsylvania. In the late 1800's and early 1900's thousands of immigrants relocated to the  region to work the anthracite coal mines. This transformed the Wyoming Valley from a small  farming area to a metropolis, but after the war, the industry slowed and many workers needed  to redirect their employment efforts. Bertram *, though not quite of retirement age was  relieved of his duties in the early 1950’s from the mines; from here I do not have an accurate  account of his working history.  In 1970 he passed away of a heart attack in his sleep, leaving his  wife Loretta and oldest son Bertram Jr. to financial support the three young children. Bertram  was able to help support his mother with financial affairs by the running of a local gas station  which later purchased and ran for twenty years. My mother the youngest of the three children  would continue to have these two family members be her support system till she married.  On June 23, 1972, tropical storm Agnes swept through the area. In her path, the storm  left nothing but destruction. A total of eighteen inches of rain left 25,000 homes nearly  destroyed, and $1 billion in damages. The river rose to 40.9 feet, 18.9 feet above flood stage,  although 2,278 businesses in Wilkes‐Barre were damaged by the 9 feet of water that flooded  the square, may areas where able to rebound. Unfortunately the family’s restaurants were not  �one of them. Without the proper insurance for the businesses the family had to start over. The  new concept was to keep things simple and The Hut was opened. This location catered to the  Wilkes and King’s College students providing burgers and light fare.  This location later closed in  the late 1988, putting them out of the restaurant business again. On quite literally the other  side of town the * family worked at rebuilding their gas station. The building set slightly higher  and inland did not receive as much damage and was opened back to full capacity rather quickly.   My parents meet in the early 1980’s, my father became the owner and operator of the  Wyoming Valley’s first gym that later expanded to a fitness center and health club. With the  growing demand for a health country and awareness on the rise for health matters my father  had a very successful thirty‐one years in the industry before selling his establishment this year.  My mother left college at the age of twenty to pursue a family life, though she did not complete  her degree she made great advancements in the medical field.   I often think our lives on paper are quit boring. For me it is the makeup of our family  dynamic that must truly be seen in person that makes for the best stories. It is our dramas, our  ups and downs and personal hardships that just could not fit in the confines of a few pages. The  best I can give you here are the mile stones to which we reached, and our most notable  through our work ethic. I hope this provides you with some insight in to a family that stems  from a small area where most people have lived died and never really left.   � https://memory.ctevans.net/files/original/32fd45222a167ed038e817b545d9d9b0.pdf f2f4d0f60142bd97a74ad3fd0b8b3c60 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Megan G. Description An account of the resource The family's roots are from Northern Virginia, which is rather rare considering how many millions of people who have moved here since the 1960s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Megan G. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. Megan * During the time frame after World War II, my family was able to recover from the depression and war, and managed to create a prosperous foundation for our family to grow. While some of the family has moved across the United States, we have remained connected because of a strong family history. My maternal grandfather was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. While his family was somewhat cushioned from the Great Depression, my maternal grandmother was not. She was born in West Virginia and was deeply affected by the Depression which caused a deep-set desire to save later in life. After the war, my grandmother moved to DC and worked as a secretary for the CIA. She met my grandfather who, after the war, worked for the city of Alexandria and the naval reserves. As the economy started improving, my grandparents were able to buy property in Arlington Virginia and build a house on it, which is where my grandfather resides still. When my grandparent started their family, my grandmother left her job with the CIA to become a nanny until 1961 when she left the workforce to raise her then 3 children, followed by a 4th. My grandfather, who was the first in his family to graduate from college retired from the city of Alexandria in his late 40’s and soon after became a tax preparer which he still is today. Because he made wise investments and bought stock in major companies, they were able to take many family trips to historical sights across the U.S., build a second vacation home at Lake Anna in Mineral, VA and he was also able to put all of his children through college. My grandparents’ children have scattered across the states, two still live in Northern Virginia, including my mom, one aunt lives in Washington State, and the other aunt lives in Colorado. All in all, my maternal grandparents prospered after World War II and for the most part, their children have followed in their footsteps, making wise financial decisions and enjoying the ability to provide for their own families in the same way and pursue their passions in life. My immediate family history has gone through harder times on occasion, but we have never suffered the inability of affording the necessities of life. �After World War II, on my paternal side, my grandfather worked for the US Mint while my grandmother stayed home with her 3 children in Arlington, VA. When my grandfather retired, they moved to Fredericksburg and lived on a farm. After my grandmother passed in 1985, my grandfather stayed in the area for a while, but then retired to Florida. Their three children including my father, all stayed fairly local to the Northern Virginia Area, my father lived in Arlington, my Aunt lived in Fairfax, which she still does, and my other aunt lived in Arlington for a while before moving to Greensboro, NC. Recent history, my paternal grandfather and grandmother are buried in King George County, VA, while my maternal grandmother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery where my grandfather will be placed. Both sides of my family try to gather as frequently as our calendars permit. We take large family vacations with my paternal side every year in October, and since we live so close in proximity with my maternal grandfather, we often get together for dinners and outings at Lake Anna. We don’t get to see my two aunts and their families who live in the west, but we stay in touch to the best of our abilities. Because my families were able to prosper after the war, it has had a direct affect on my life. Having two sets of grandparents that worked for the Government, both City and Federal helped to cushion my family from the negative effects of the Great Depression and World War II. Thanks to my grandparents being able to support my mom, she was able to raise me and my sister in a nice home and provide for us. Learning more about the struggles and triumphs my family went through has made me appreciate what I have and what I am able to do more. After World War II, times changed, the economy got better, families bloomed, and my family was no exception. Both sides of my family were able to thrive and create strong foundations for our families which has remained strong and will continue to grow as our families grow. � Alexandria Great Depression