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Here are two pictures of family artifacts. Both are marriage certificates of my ancestors on different sides of my family. The one on the left is older than the one on the right by about 50 years, and it certainly shows its age. 1,326 more words
With this challenge I thought it would be easy to find someone to write about. After all the majority of my Ancestors were indeed farmers. So thinking of the term “Plowing Through” I thought about something to do with farming, viola! 332 more words
In 1895, when only 13 years old, my grandfather — so the story goes — had a fight with his Prussian father, ran away from home, and in the north German port of Kiel stowed away on a ship headed into the Atlantic. 1,357 more words
Growing up in an enormous family, I was constantly surrounded by good will and encouragement. I still am. My parents both worked full time, but there was never a shortage of cousins or aunts or uncles to watch me and my little brother. 2,889 more words
When my mind brings up memories of my Pop Pop and Nana, grandparents on my mother’s side, George is always smiling.
The old guy — yes, no matter the age I am in these flashbacks that still warm me today, Pop Pop is remembered as old — is happy when he had I are walking around his neighborhood of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. 608 more words