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13 10 124 https://www.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://www.memory.ctevans.net/files/original/af12477c09331c612592488bbb653a3c.pdf a4713d076a88bcee3e562409d48de30a 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 Andrew L. Description An account of the resource His family roots lie on the Korean peninsula in both North and South Korea. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Andrew L. PDF Search This element set enables searching on PDF files. Text Text extracted from PDF files belonging to this item. 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://www.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://www.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