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Alfred lived with the Schultz family for some time. In , he got married. The couple had a daughter in and a son in Alfred died in , two months after his sister Mary, in Piscataway, NJ. The only Miller sibling that I did not provide an update on was Elizabeth, my great-grandmother. See her story and a photograph of her with her brother Alfred, sister Mary, and some of the Schultz children here. When Louise was 82 years old, she was interviewed about the journey she took as a young girl for the Ellis Island Oral History Project.

Thanks to that transcript, I was able to learn not only about traveling by ship to America, but also a little about her family, what life was like in Poland before and after she left, and her impressions about life in America.

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Thank you, cousin Louise, for sharing your journey with all of us! When Ludwig and Mary finally earned enough money to reunite with their children, their young Uncle Alfred was to be their guardian throughout the journey. He was like our father, mother, the whole thing — everything rolled into one. And he spoke for us, to whomever he had to speak, for everything.

Uncle Alfred was seventeen years old! His older sister, my great-grandmother, immigrated alone four years earlier at the age of Somehow I think her trip was much easier. Louise explains that they all needed passports to travel, and they were expensive. Even though she was the oldest at 10 years old, she became afraid.

Uncle Alfred carried the children over one by one, depositing them on the other side, in order to get them all across. You just took a sheet or something, a rag, and you folded your belongings and you tied it in the four corners. Their most important belongings went into a wicker basket. However, as the family was crossing the border, Alfred was told to leave the meager baggage with someone who would take it to the port where they could pick it up.

When Alfred went to retrieve it with a claim ticket, but their baggage was not there. What made this situation more difficult is that the youngest, Julia, was only 3 and still needed diapers. Louise had primarily responsibility for her little sister while Alfred cared for the three boys, and it was difficult to care for her without a change of clothes. Amerika on 06 August Once aboard the ship, the journey was even more difficult. There was men, women, children; all languages, all nationalities. You had to get out that time and just go up on deck. It was coffee, and Russian black bread or some kind of rolls.

We got a herring thrown on the plate and boiled potatoes. Louise remembers taking a ferry from the ship to Ellis Island. I think we went under his name because he was the adult. When my parents came to pick us up, my father told the names. So they went home and they came back the next day. That means we had to spend a whole night there [at Ellis Island] and it was very scary to me. Before they realized they were to be detained, they were processed through and had medical examinations. It was so packed that you were almost standing close together. And I remember it was in August; it was very hot.

They continued to wait for their parents. And then it was night time and there were long tables for eating a little supper. In Russia it was black bread! Louise remembers that they had to go outside, and a chain-linked fence separated the new immigrants from the family members that came to pick them up. My mother had gotten stouter; she was a slim lady when she left us. And my father changed. That was it, we were finally in this country! In Part 3, we will learn more about what life was like for the family in America — and what life was like for the family they left behind in Poland.

In the early days of my genealogical research early s , I was at an archive or a library and I stumbled upon a database to search for interviews in the Ellis Island Oral History Project.

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You can now search the project online, but not all of the interviews are available online. The story I am about to tell is not. The search resulted in one hit — an interview with Louise Nagy. The name meant nothing to me. Even if it was indexed with her maiden name, Schultz, it still would have meant nothing. Fast forward about twenty years. But I discovered that she had several brothers and sisters. One sister, Mary, married a man named Schultz. They had five children: Louise, Edward, Henry, Walter, and Julia.

She shared many wonderful photographs and provided me with many names and dates that I had not yet researched. After corresponding by email for a few weeks, she wrote: In my rush of research on the Miller and Schultz families in the weeks before that email, I had just located the passenger arrival record of the five Schultz children with their uncle, Alfred Miller. They immigrated in when Alfred was only 17 years old, and he led his nieces and nephews, aged 10, 9, 6, 5, and 3, on the long journey. There was also a tape recording, though not complete, of the interview, so I could actually hear the year-old remember her trip to America from 72 years earlier.

Ludwik is the Polish form of Louis; Ludwig is the German form. Ludwig Schultz used the German form of the name, while his brothers-in-law with the same first name used the Polish form, Ludwik. Szulc and Mary Miller. Ludwig became a silversmith. The Schultz children were all born in Zhytomyr, Volhynia present day Ukraine. They had eight children who survived to adulthood:. The four younger siblings remained in the Miller household: Their ages at the time were 19, 16, 12, and 9.

Although it was a multi-cultural town with Poles, Jews, Germans, and Czechs living together, the town was under Russian rule. My father got politically mixed-up and he came home shot in the arm once. After a certain hour in the evening, you were afraid to go out at night. Louise remembered everyone talking about America:. You could be anything you want and make a lot of money, even if it was a dollar a day. It was decided that Ludwig would travel to America first since the family could not afford to all travel together.

Ludwig departed from Hamburg, Germany aboard the S. However, Louise said he. So they would help each other out. Maybe one knew a few words more than the other. They used to live maybe ten or twelve people in one room, because one was helping the other to get established. Mary immigrated in November aboard the Mauretania departing from Liverpool.

She arrived in New York City on November 22, Louise describes what happened once Mary arrived in America: And she made money, and she made a definite decision: In hopes of improving all of their lives, Mary made the difficult decision to leave her five young children with her parents. And then five of us. The Miller Family in with the Schultz grandchildren.

She was very fast, my grandmother. She worked the looms, one on one side and one on the other so she could make enough money.

Despite being sick in bed, their grandfather, Jan, taught the children a lesson. At nine years old, Louise already spoke Polish, Russian, and Ukrainian. Louise learned Czech to speak to them, then German. That sounds like a long time in blogging years is that like dog-years? But as I thought about writing a post to mark the occasion, it occurred to me that nine is rarely celebrated. Does anyone care when you have a birthday or anniversary at 9, or 29, or 49?

But, then again, there are nine muses in Greek mythology I suppose Clio, muse of history, can be considered the muse of genealogy. My most popular post continues to be Finding Polish Records Online written in January with over 32, views. Overall, the most popular topics are about Polish or Philadelphia records and resources. There are a few personal favorites that I wish got more attention, so I might have to highlight those in the days ahead.

Every year has its good times and bad, but this year the bad stuff was so pervasive that it was hard to remember all the things that made me smile. First, I lost my father. That alone is enough pain for one year.

But shortly thereafter, although not through death, I lost the person I considered to be my best friend, the person I could always rely on for a positivity, comfort, and support. Unfortunately, sometimes it happens all in one year, but at least I learned that if you try hard enough you can find something to be grateful for. Since this is a genealogy blog, I always like to look first at my genealogical finds for the year. Early in the year I heard from a cousin that lives in Warsaw and made good strides on that family line Kizeweter. I also discovered some coincidental connections among my cousins and relatives of my friends!

Other personal positives for me this year include drastically reducing my sugar intake, continuing to meditate and write daily, and overcoming some health issues that plagued me early in the year. I did not have an opportunity to travel much, or at least not too far or for too long. Sister Hazel and the Gin Blossoms. My reading stalled over the difficult summer, so I only averaged around a book a week this year. My absolute favorites were: He had a big heart and a wonderful sense of humor. After much thought, I decided that the best thing that happened to me this year was reading a year-old 14,line poem.

I firmly believe that spending time journeying through Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso in the first half of the year made the hardships of the second half easier to bear. The poet Dante knew what it was like to feel lost and alone in a dark wood, facing down ugly beasts, and lacking the strength to make it up the mountain.

He had Virgil to guide him and teach him about his errors, and I had Dante to do the same for me. Dante both the poet and the pilgrim knew about pain, loss, and exile; he also learned how to rise above it.

As a genealogist, naturally one of my favorite parts of the Comedy was when Dante meets his own great-great-grandfather in Paradise. Tonight I truly celebrate the arrival of a new hope, a new opportunity, a new year. Thanks for sharing the journey with me, and may you have a wonderful year of creativity, celebration, and love.

Six months ago today, my father died. In addition to the magnitude of the loss, in the days that followed I experienced an overwhelming sense of gratitude for not only his life and his role as my father, but also for his ancestry. But my father loved his parents and his aunts and uncles and the stories they all told about his Polish and German roots. From their names, I pieced together a much larger story — a history of their ancestral origins and the places from which they came. Dad loved hearing about my discoveries and was continually surprised by what I discovered about his family.

I am grateful to all of them as I am grateful to him. I had the kit for about six weeks before I finally took it over to him.

As this was the last time I saw him, it was rather providential, a last and lasting gift. I wish that all of my friends and readers could have known my father, and there is no doubt he would have made every one of you laugh out loud. Jimmy and his parents, c. His parents were both first generation Americans born in Philadelphia, PA. The parish would remain important to his family for years to come. Their father worked as a truck driver to support the family while their mother maintained the household. Jim attended Roman Catholic High School and graduated in As a teenager and young man, he loved attending neighborhood dances.

One night, March 13, , Jim attended a Sunday night dance at St. Just over one year later he would marry the girl he met that night, Anita Pater. They were married at Resurrection of Our Lord parish on April 7, Jim served in the U. Navy Reserves after high school, and in he was called upon for two years of active duty. He served aboard the U.

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He had fond memories of a Mediterranean cruise during which he visited Rome and Barcelona. Jim was very proud to have served in the Navy. In , Jim and Anita had their first child, a daughter who was stillborn.

Their son, James Drew, was born in The family was completed with the birth of their daughter, Donna, in Jim worked at Wenczel for twenty-five years until the company went out of business in Afterwards, he worked as an accountant at other companies and was also the business manager of a Catholic parish in South Philadelphia for a few years before retiring.

Although Jim was an accountant, he learned a lot about tile while working at the tile factory. He often helped friends in exchange for their remodeling talents. Both performed in dance numbers, but then Jim branched out with his best friend, Frank, into comedy routines. The pair eventually became the comedy directors of the show. It was a huge success!

Jim was very active in his parish, Our Lady of Calvary. Over the years he served as an usher, a lector, and a Eucharistic Minister. He was among the first class along with his friend Frank to complete a ministry training program at St. Jim and Anita also sang in the choir for many years. Jim became a grandfather for the first time in with the birth of his granddaughter, Natalie.

Ava in , Nicholas in , and Luke in He kept his nurses and caretakers entertained right up until his death. He passed away on June 27, Jim was known in many different roles. He was a faithful Catholic, a proud veteran. He was a loving husband for sixty years and a dedicated father and grandfather. He was an entertainer who loved bringing joy to others by making them laugh.

Those who live in the Lord never see each other for the last time. Much to his surprise, I discovered that his Rodda ancestors had been to California for the gold rush, and his 3 rd great-grandfather died there.