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Bernard Vonnegut, named for his paternal grandfather, was born August 29, 1914. He was a serious-looking little boy, even in informal photographs.

— Charles J. Shields

Sentiment: POSITIVE

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✓Similar Perspectives

I was born in Ludwigsburg, Wuerttemberg, in the southwestern part of the Federal Republic of Germany on July 18, 1948, as the elder son of Karl and Frieda Michel. My ancestors lived in that area for generations, mainly as farmers.

— Hartmut Michel

I was born in 1943 at Neston in the Wirral, not far from Liverpool where my father, Richard William Hunt was a lecturer in paleography, the study of mediaeval manuscripts.

— Tim Hunt

My son Cary's generation likely won't know who my father was, but it's something nice for him that his grandfather was an icon. I had one chance to pass along that name.

— Jennifer Grant

It was less in pity than in anger that the world was moved by the photograph of little Alan Kurdi, that dead three-year-old Syrian refugee boy whose name we're all remembering now on the first anniversary of his drowning, along with his five-year-old brother Galip and their mother Rehanna.

— Terry Glavin

I was born in 1968 and grew up in my grandmother's house in suburban Connecticut, where I was convinced a ghost named Virgil lived in the attic.

— Jennifer McMahon

I was born February 20, 1937 in Munchen as the first child of Sebastian and Helene Huber.

— Robert Huber

✗Opposing Perspectives

I was born during the war, on October 20, 1942, as the second of five children. My father, Rolf Volhard, was an architect.

— Christiane Nusslein-Volhard

Born Berlin 1931, Germany, father a British diplomat, mother an American artist. Educated at various schools all over the world. 1958 Settled down to live in London. 1966 Became interested in photography through photographing my young children. No formal training.

— Fay Godwin

I was born on September 30, 1939, in Rosheim, a small medieval city of Alsace in France. My father, Pierre Lehn, then a baker, was very interested in music, played the piano and the organ, and became, later, having given up the bakery, the organist of the city. My mother Marie kept the house and the shop.

— Jean-Marie Lehn

I don't know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.

— Abraham Lincoln