
When I was twelve, Mom and Dad took me back to "the old country" in July 1958. We flew (for the very first time) for twelve hours on a Pan Am DC-7C from New York City to Shannon, Ireland with a re-fueling stop in Gander, Newfoundland, Canada.


You can think of this blog as a reliquary. It contains all the sacred relics of my father's and mother's families. Most of the relics will be presented in the form of photos or reminiscences or both.