My grandmother was German. She was an immigrant, and my great grandfather fought in World War I and was stationed in France.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My grandmother - my mother's mother - was a German Jewish refugee, an only child who came here from Berlin in 1936 at the age of 17.
Had my grandparents not emigrated when they did, I might have been born Jewish in Eastern Europe during World War II, or I might not have been born at all. Instead, I was born in 1942 in New York City.
My mother is Ukrainian. She immigrated to the U.S. from Canada as a child.
I was born in the Second World War during the Nazi invasion of my country.
In France, when there was a war, we fought and our ancestors fought, though many had real reason to flee the Germans.
My father is Chinese, Spanish, and Filipino; my mother is half-Irish and half-Japanese; Greek last name; born in Hawaii, raised in Germany.
My mother was a product of World War II. My grandfather was on leave in Edinburgh when he met my grandmother.
You gotta understand, my great-grandfather was German and Irish. My grandmother was Indian, and my grandfather was African-American, so we all got a little something in us.
My grandfather was from outside of Moscow, and my grandmother, although some of her family were French, was from Odessa. They met as immigrants in New York in the early '20s. My mother's family came over from Ireland generations ago.
My family is from Russia and Poland. We never had that thing with the German Jews.