The ceremony is a small one...and civil.
Still, I had to share them.
These records became known to me this morning, and only because of the hard work of a researcher in Poland whom signs her emails Kasia. Her work is amazing. I have not had nearly enough time to digest all of the information she has provided, yet I felt an immediate need to imprint these signatures here, making sure these two persons would not be forgotten, not be destined to never be known to anyone ever again.
Stanislaus and Zofia are my great-grandparents on my mother’s side. They are the parents of Victoria, my grandmother, a woman whom in December 1909, on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, alone, making her way to America and a new life.
Zofia and Stanislaus were real people.
They existed on this good Earth and they made a difference. My brothers, my sister, and I, and all our children, and their families are here because of them. I write this with the simple hope that they will never be forgotten.