Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Monday, February 15, 2021
Lily and Abe were my maternal grandparents, Lillyan E. Gordon and Abe Meckler. I knew them as Bubbie and Zadie, Yiddish for grandmother and grandfather.
Lily was born Esther Lillian Gordon on March 6, 1919 at 1575 Madison Avenue, Manhattan, New York. Her parents were Joe Gordon and Sarah Libby Brainin.
Abe was born Abram Meckler (I think) on July 23, 1912 in Brooklyn, Kings County, New York. His parents were Morris Meckler and Minnie Zelda Nowicki.
Bubbie lived in Manhattan until shortly before 1930, when her family was enumerated in Baltimore, Maryland. In 1940, her parents were enumerated in Brooklyn at 231 Livonia Avenue, and the census taker indicated that they were living in the same house in 1935, so sometime between 1930 and 1935 they moved there.
As far as I know, Zadie lived in Brooklyn from birth through to when he and Bubbie left New York and moved to Florida in the 1940's. In 1930 he was at 420 Junius Street with his parents. I have not yet found his father in the 1940 census (his mother died in 1936) so don't have a possible address for 1935, assuming he was living with his father at that time.
I don't know how my grandparents met. Bubbie told me that they met on September 15, 1937 in Manhattan but didn't give me more details. So they were both living in Brooklyn but met in Manhattan. In 1940 they were at 484 Livonia Avenue, Brooklyn, only a couple of blocks from her parents. The census shows that both were living in Brooklyn in 1935.
Bubbie and Zadie were married October 29, 1939, not in Brooklyn, not in Manhattan, but in The Bronx. It was a double wedding, of sorts. Bubbie's older brother, Alexander "Al" Gordon, and Roslyn "Rose" Rubin were married on October 28. I was told that Jews are not supposed to have double weddings and so Al, being older, was married first and then Bubbie and Zadie were married. Because the dates that I was told are from the civil calendar, that would suggest that Al and Rose were married just before midnight, and Bubbie and Zadie just after. But Judaism uses sunset as the divider between days, which could mean that sunset was the breakpoint between the two, and perhaps the consecutive secular dates were used on the marriage returns for convenience. I probably won't find an answer to that question, or why they were married in The Bronx, now that all four of them have passed away.
Right now I can't find the name of the rabbi who performed the marriages, but I do know that Jan Peerce, the well known Metropolitan tenor, sang two songs, because Bubbie suddenly blurted that out one day. She couldn't remember what he sang but did recall that the cantor's son sang "Because" (maybe this one) and "Oh Promise Me."
Bubbie and Zadie were in love with each other for their entire lives. They were always so good to each other and went everywhere together. For each of the 50 years that they were married, Zadie gave Bubbie a big, flowery Valentine's Day card. Bubbie used to call Zadie her "little man" because she was taller than he was.
Zadie was ill for the last years of his life but lived long enough to attend the big 50th wedding anniversary party that their three children coordinated for them. It was held in Las Vegas, and lots of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and other relatives came. I think Zadie really wanted to go to the anniversary and held on so he could. He died shortly after it took place. Bubbie missed him so much after he was gone.
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
With me being from California, I've experienced several earthquakes. Today, February 9, 2021, is the 50th anniversary of the Sylmar earthquake (also known as the San Fernando earthquake), which struck the Los Angeles metropolitan area early in the morning in 1971. My family was living in Pomona at the time, about 50 miles to the southeast, and I remember that we felt it. I don't recall any damage to our house, but hey, we did move to Australia less than two months later. That had been in the works for a while, though, so really couldn't have had anything to do with the earthquake.
I've had a vague memory for many years that my brother slept through a big earthquake while we were living in California. I recently asked him about that because of the Sylmar anniversary. See, I thought he had slept through a quake in La Puente, where we lived before Pomona. I can picture my parents and me standing outside of our house, but not my brother. I'm not sure if that was in La Puente, but it was definitely not the house in Pomona.
Unfortunately, I didn't ask either my mother or my father about that memory, and they both have since passed on. My brother does remember our mother waking him up to see if he was okay, but he thinks it was in Pomona, which would have been the Sylmar quake in 1971.
He found a Wikipedia page about a quake in 1968, the Borrego Mountain earthquake. Now that was about 150 miles from La Puente, a pretty good distance, but that quake was felt as far away as Las Vegas, so there's a decent chance it was felt in La Puente. It occurred in the evening, and my memory is that we were standing outside in the dark, so that could be the picture in my head.
On the other hand, that means I don't have any visual memory of the 1971 earthquake. Maybe it was too early in the morning, and my brain was still fuzzy from being woken up?
Wait a minute! I just put two and two together. If my brother was asleep when the earthquake happened, it must have been in 1971, because that was early in the morning. He was 5 years old in 1968 and probably not taking naps in the early evening. So I've been mentally misidentifying it all these years. Well, feh!
My father used to tell me that he had actually seen a sidewalk roll during an earthquake, but he never said which quake it was. Considering that the Sylmar quake occurred at 6:00 a.m. in February, I don't know if it would have been bright enough to see the sidewalk do that. Maybe it was one of the aftershocks.
I've been wondering if my father might have photographed any damage from the earthquake, but all of my father's photos are still with my sister in San Antonio, Texas. Maybe one of these years I'll get ot see them and find out if he documented any of the earthquakes. He was originally from New Jersey, and he admitted to me once that the quakes kind of freaked him out.
I have been in two other big earthquakes, 1987 Whittier Narrows and 1989 Loma Prieta, which I thought was a significant number. I met a woman at a conference once who had been in the same three as I had (I'm not counting Borrego Mountain) but also was there for 1992 Landers and 1994 Northridge. Maybe she's bad luck to hang around?
Saturday, January 23, 2021
I have written previously about my searches for my paternal grandfather's biological father, possibly a Mr. Mundy, and for the son whom my aunt gave up for adoption in 1945, both using DNA as the most promising tool. So far I haven't made any real progress on either of those, although I continue to search and look for new approaches (hope springs eternal).
I have had another DNA search going on in the background, one I haven't posted about. My sister had a son in 1981 and gave him up for adoption. A few years ago, she asked if I could help try to find him. So I gave her all the warnings (informed consent!) and bought an Ancestry DNA test for her. When the results arrived, I downloaded her data and put it on GEDMatch, Family Tree DNA, and MyHeritage. And waited to see if she had any close matches.
That waiting came to frution last month.
She has a match indicated as "son."
He reached out for contact via his girlfriend, who sent a message through the MH system (paraphrased): "Hi, you show up as my mother. Are you willing to talk with me?" When I read the message, I shouted out, "Oh my god!"
I then immediately called my sister. When I read the message to her, she shouted, "Oh my god!"
I guess we really are sisters, huh?
And I wrote back saying yes, she was indeed willing to talk with him and was looking forward to it.
That turned out to be a pretty nice Christmas present for both of them.
They have spent the past month talking a lot, from what I hear. And this past week my sister flew out to see him in person and help him celebrate his 40th birthday.
I guess it makes a good birthday present also.
And yes, I do have permission to tell their story and post their photo on my blog.
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Tonight Randy Seaver of Saturday Night Genealogy Fun fame should be saying, "And the winner is . . . ." while he opens an envelope.
Here is your assignment, should you decide to accept it (you ARE reading this, so I assume that you really want to play along; cue the Mission: Impossible! music!):
(1) Does anyone recall the Academy of Genealogy and Family History (AGFH) awards from back in the 2008–2012 timeframe, hosted by Jasia on Creative gene? Geneabloggers would nominate blog entries in different categories, and Jasia would collect all of them with links to each blogger's post. The bloggers selected their own posts for nominations.
(3) Put it in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a Facebook post. Please leave a link in a comment to this post.
I have never heard of the AGFH awards or Jasia before, but I can play along. Not only does this sound fun, but I get to use Blogger's endless page that I just complained about yesterday!
• Best Picture
This is (probably) a photograph of my great-great-grandparents Avigdor and Esther Leah (Schneiderman) Gorodetsky and their oldest child, Etta, taken in Kamenets Podolsky, Russian Empire, circa 1890. It's my oldest family photo and my favorite. I posted it on April 4 for a Saturday Night Genealogy Fun challenge.
• Best Screenplay
On January 3 I wrote about the long, twisting path I took over about 20 years to find my great-great-grandmother Ruchel Dwojre (Jaffe) Brainin and her three youngest children immigrating to the United States, the last members of that part of my family to do so. It had drama! Comedy! Suspense!
• Best Documentary
I didn't have any series of research posts, so I'll have to go with my Wordless Wednesday photo collection. Those document the past, right?
• Best Biography
On July 23, I wrote about my maternal grandfather, whose birthday was July 23.
• Best Comedy
I also didn't write any comedy posts last year, so I'll have to settle for this goofy photo of me with my sling, posted on September 2, about a week after my shoulder surgery.
Friday, January 15, 2021
I can't believe I'm writing this. Today is my 10th blogiversary! Lisa Hork Gorrell and I started our blogs on January 15, 2011. They say time flies when you're having fun, but I am amazed to realize that we've been blogging for a whole ten years.
Admittedly, the past year hasn't been as productive as some earlier ones. What with my shoulder surgery last August and the pain leading up to it, I definitely have not posted as much as I wanted to. I have this long list of topics I want to write about, but I still have trouble finding the energy to follow up on them.
I still managed to squeeze out a post about every three days. (It's harder to count the posts now that Blogger has "improved" [cough] the platform interface. Whereas before 100 posts were shown on a page, now it's one of those endless pages that keeps growing as long as you keep scrolling. Highly annoying, if you ask me. Which they obviously didn't.) Most of those were Wordless Wednesdays and Saturday Night Genealogy Funs (thank heavens for regular memes).
I'm happy to say, however, that I finally did write up a couple of the stories I had on my list. I described the tortuous path I took to find my great-great-grandmother immigrating to the United States (traveling with one more child than I had expected), and I celebrated my maternal grandfather on his birthday. I also reported on a surprising DNA match on my mother's (Jewish) side of the family, and posted about my aunt's son on his 75th birthday, keeping my fingers crossed that I can find him (or what happned to hiim) before my 95-year-old aunt passes away. And there were a few additional original, nonmeme posts as well. Progress!
So it's on to the next year, with more plans to get my schedule back on track. Hope springs eternal!