My grandfather, when he arrived in America in 1907, was Josef Urynowicz, but his headstone reads Joseph Urenowicz. You may have noticed that I use the two spellings interchangeably, and that’s why.
Josef and his friend Jan Chmiclewski sailed out of Hamburg, Germany and docked at New York Harbor on November 15, 1907. This is the Pretoria, the ship they traveled on:
I can only begin to imagine how foul it must have been below decks, which is where the 2382 steerage customers endured some pretty horrific living conditions for the duration of the voyage.
Josef and Jan were coming to stay with Josef’s brother Alex, who lived in Jersey City, New Jersey. This was where my grandfather would soon meet my grandmother (Apolonie / Apolonia / Pauline). They married there in June, 1909, and had their first two children there—my Aunt Joan and my Uncle Joe—before the New York Central Railroad, for which my grandfather was a boilermaker, transferred him to Jackson, Michigan in 1913.
This is their wedding picture:
In Jackson, my grandparents bought a small bungalow on Loomis Street, where seven more children were born (including my mom); and in 1926 they sold the Loomis house and moved to a farm just north of town, where one more child, my Uncle Ray, was born. I have many, many fond memories of the farm. This is me at about age four:
My grandfather (known as Grampa to his many grandchildren) had been drafted into the Russian army as a young man and sustained a leg injury in a fall from a horse that left him with a limp throughout the rest of his life. In 1964, he developed gangrene and was told that the leg must be amputated. His response to this news: “I came into this world with two legs, and I’m going to go out with two legs.”
And so he did. In November it will be fifty years. I’d sure give a lot to be able to go back and speak with him now.
My grandparents’ 50th anniversary photo, taken in 1959:
May they both rest in peace.
Are you interested in discovering your own family history?
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Apr 25, 2014 @ 19:00:25
I just love old pictures like these. Everyone always looked so solemn back then in photographs. I’m sure life couldn’t have been as grim as all that! Apolonia is a beautiful name. 🙂
And look at you, having fun on the farm!
Apr 25, 2014 @ 22:30:29
I’ve been told the reason people rarely smiled in old photos is that they all had terrible teeth. Not sure if that’s true or not. I think maybe having a photo done was just a very solemn occasion. Believe me, these people never stopped laughing, though you’d never know it from these pictures 🙂
I love my grandmother’s name, too. 🙂
Apr 25, 2014 @ 13:46:35
The picture of that farm makes me want to paint. 🙂 It’s inspiring, and you were a little four-year-old cutie! I also love your blog’s tagline–needles hopscotching through the haystacks of truth. Beautiful!
Thanks for visiting my bog, and I’m following yours now too.
Apr 25, 2014 @ 15:34:27
Thanks, Debi! That tagline actually woke me up in the middle of the night one night in 2009. I jotted it down immediately but never knew what to do with it until I decided to start the blog last year, and there it was, still waiting!
Apr 25, 2014 @ 09:03:58
I love your farm picture too. It’s hard for me to imagine the life our grandparents lived and what it took for them to succeed. I also wish I could talk to my grandfather again. I have so many questions. Lovely tribute to your grandparents.
Apr 25, 2014 @ 12:38:40
Thanks–I often think that if I had a time machine, I’d pretty much wear it out! There’s so much I wish I knew!
Apr 25, 2014 @ 09:03:12
That’s so awesome you have those old pictures. Some people in my family have some tintypes (sp?) from Civil War days, but I don’t have anything. I’m really bad about taking pics too (I don’t have kids), but this makes me wish there’d be more around than electrons to share.
Marlene at On Writing and Riding
Apr 25, 2014 @ 12:37:07
I love old pictures, too. We have some really old ones from my dad’s side of the family, but none from before about the 1930’s of my mom’s, except for my grandparents’ wedding pic. (Oooh, Wedding would be a cool W word!)