It seems that many of us begin looking for our roots at some
stage of life. After the kids are grown and we're at the end of our
professional career seems to be a time when we can change gears and focus on
other aspects of our lives that we didn't have time for earlier.
I took this photo of my grandmother's grave when I was on my
recent 'Shakedown Cruise" to New Jersey and my hometown, Clifton, New
Jersey. Yes! That is "the Hat" on her marker. It was my way of
reaching out to her. I guess I should also make note of the fact that I had
never seen my grandmother's grave before. She was simply a name to me.
Obviously, since she died 13 years before I was born, I never met her.
Unfortunately, my son never met his grandfather either, my grandmother's son
and my father, because he died 11 years before my son was born. I have also
never met my grandfather and have no idea where to find him or anything about
him.
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