Tamara’s weirdest family-history-linked-story
(prompted by a friend’s Facebook post last night):
Every now and then I share a “Random Tamara Story” mostly for my children, but also to have these stories written down somewhere (anywhere!) for posterity! Last night a friend posted on Facebook – asking for friends to share any interesting family-history-linked / genealogy stories on the comment thread of her post and I thought of this story. I started to write this as a comment on my friend’s thread but decided it would be better to share it as a post on my blog (so it wouldn’t get lost in the massive amount of data that is Facebook!)
While my family is not related to kings or historical figures (that I know of!)… we have this one interesting family bit of history that popped up several times over the decades (including popping up in very strange and unexpected ways – as shared below.)
My late-grandfather (Arthur Glickfeld)’s version of the first part of the story.
Part 2 of the story: Peretz (Perez?) from Israel
But, before I continue here’s the “How my family ended up in San Francisco” part of the story.
My understanding is that my great grandmother (my grandfather Arthur’s mother – we called her Pomma) and her husband (Louis Glickfeld, my grandfather’s father) each had families that originally came from the same region of Poland (and each had families that escaped before World War I.) From long-ago conversations with my mother and grandmother – I understand my great grandmother (my mother’s father’s mother) was born in Denver. When I get home from this business trip I will update this post with their photos and birth certificates, which I think I have in files from my late-mother! While I’m not 100% sure, I think my great grandfather (Louis) was born in Europe.
Getting back to my story:
Here’s where the story gets wild!
This tile-worker from Poland then almost fell over in shock…
And then what happened…?