The Courage of the Immigrant Experience

I recently saw the Academy Award-nominated movie Brooklyn and was mesmerized by the portrayal of life as an immigrant in the early 1950s. The movie reminded of my ancestors who came to the United States from Ireland in the 1870s. As I watched Ellis (portrayed by Irish-American actress Saoirse Ronan) say goodbye to her family in Ireland, endure the long journey and harsh conditions on the ship, and adjust to the new unfamiliar culture, I couldn’t help but think of my own ancestors. How very homesick and lonely they must have felt. How they must have longed for anything that reminded them of home. How afraid they must have been to come so far not really knowing what America would be like.

Grandpa Casey and Baby Peggy Lou

My mother (baby) and her Irish grandfather.

I recently interviewed an 89-year-old woman who came to the United States just after World War II ended. Anna (not her real name) was born in Germany. Her father and two of her brothers fought for the German army. During the war, Anna and her family were separated when they were forced to leave their home with the few possessions they could carry. Fortunately, Anna found a job working as a nanny near Kempten, Germany. She occasionally managed to sneak into the American part of the city to go to the serviceman’s club to dance.

One day, Anna met a young soldier from Texas. Even though she didn’t speak English and he spoke only a few words of German, they spent as much time together as they could over the next four days. On the fifth day, Anna went to meet her young soldier and was told he had been shipped back to Texas. Although she’d known him such a short time, Anna was heartbroken. She didn’t think she would ever see or hear from him again, but one day a letter arrived from Texas. Anna asked her English teacher to read the letter to her. In the letter, the young soldier professed his undying love and asked her to come to the United States and marry him. With the help of her English teacher, Anna wrote back agreeing to do just that. Just nineteen years old at the time, Anna had no way of contacting her family to tell them she was leaving Germany and marrying an American soldier.

She bravely boarded the plane with just the clothes on her back (all she had in the world) and flew to Texas. What a leap of faith that was. Can you imagine picking up one day and leaving your home to go to a foreign country where you don’t speak the language?
Young love is a powerful thing, and it all worked out well for Anna and her young soldier. They were happily married for many, many years, had two wonderful children, and many loving grandchildren and great grandchildren.

I’m sure in her early days in Texas, Anna, like Ellis, must have felt homesick and longed for the familiarity of her homeland, yet she managed to find a place with her new Texas family. She helped out on the farm and worked in the kitchen alongside her new mother-in-law gradually learning English one word at a time.

Like Anna and Ellis, what a tremendous leap of faith our ancestors took when they boarded a ship to come to America. Some came with other family members, but many others came alone with only the dream of a better life–no assurances that it would be better. I don’t know that I have what it takes to make an enormous life-changing leap like that, but I’m certainly glad my ancestors did.


‘Tis the Season

Wonderful advice here for anyone who has a loved one with Alzheimers. I think we all could manage to make our Christmas celebrations simpler.

Alzheimer's: Hope and Help for Caregivers

Holidays—Christmas, in particular—are the source of many of our sweetest memories. But in a house where Alzheimer’s lives, can Christmas bring any more happy memories?

Absolutely.Yes, our celebrations will change, in small ways or large, because of Alzheimer’s. But the love of family and friends will not change. And love is the most important ingredient in our sweetest memories.

goodiesAs we look forward to holiday gatherings, it’s important for caregivers to know where our focus should be: Our goal is to make those we care for comfortable.

Of course, it would be nice to see our loved ones looking and acting happy. Nice, but not necessary. Comfort is necessary. Comfort is what will keep our loved ones with us, participating as best they can in the pleasures unique to Christmas-time.

Here are a few suggestions for making an Alzheimer’s patient comfortable at holiday gatherings:

Plan small gatherings. A crowded…

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My Mother; My Inspiration

papagoldenanniversaryThis is my mother’s grandfather and grandmother. The picture was taken on their 50th wedding anniversary. Mother told me the story of how the chairs they are sitting on were given to them by their children as an anniversary gift. Mother told me how they only had a small family gathering instead of a big anniversary party because a cousin who had celebrated their 50th the year before had died a week later. Continue reading

Holiday Memories

Kingston Little Lady Stove

Kingston Little Lady Stove

The holidays are an ideal time to collect memories especially those related to the holiday season. I recently sat down with my mother to talk about her Christmases growing up. Mom is 88 years young and has some wonderful memories to share.

We found a description of Mom’s very first Christmas in her baby book. It was lovingly  written by her mother and describes how her parents drove her to Fort Worth to spend Christmas with extended family and what a big impression she made on all the relatives. Continue reading

Halloween Memories

Tacky Party

Area stores have had their Halloween decorations out for more than a month now, but the ghoulish holiday is finally upon us. I loved dressing up and trick or treating as a child. I can remember being a ballerina several years in a row. Growing up in Texas, we usually had fairly mild weather on Halloween, but one year it turned very cold. That year the ballerina was covered up in a heavy coat. Continue reading

The Experiences That Shaped Them

I just got back from the 2012 Association of Personal Historian’s conference in St. Louis where I enjoyed five days of commiserating with fellow personal historians on all facets of collecting and preserving family histories.

There were so many wonderful presentations (too many to comment on here), but one of my favorites was presented on the last day of the conference. Haliday Douglas, a teacher at City Academy in St. Louis, shared with us a documentary that he and his then sixth-grade students produced two years ago. Continue reading

Shared History

Every generation has a significant historical event that defines it. All members of the generation remember where they were and what they were doing when that event occurred. For my generation, the baby boomers, the Kennedy Assassination is one of those pivotal events; for the younger generation, it will probably be September 11th; for older generations, it may be Pearl Harbor.

The 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination in November will conjure up memories of that historical event for all of us over the age of forty. Continue reading


This past week my brother who is 47 years old flew to Denver from Dallas. It was his first airline flight ever. He was petrified. His philosophy on travel is, “If I can’t drive there, I don’t need to go.” His employer felt otherwise and insisted flying was the only option.

I started working with him a week before the flight driving him out to the airport and describing as best I could all the steps that are involved before even stepping on the airplane. On the day of his flight, I drove him to the airport, went into the terminal and followed along with him until he got to security. Continue reading