Coming to America
By Juanbi Huang, April 14, 2019 — I came to America in January of 1985 with your mom, uncle, and grandpa. They were so small like 13 or 14. It was so cute because we were all on the airplane and … Continued
By Juanbi Huang, April 14, 2019 — I came to America in January of 1985 with your mom, uncle, and grandpa. They were so small like 13 or 14. It was so cute because we were all on the airplane and … Continued
By Jin Lan Chen, April 14, 2019 — My dad got married in China. He moved to California when I was a baby and left me at home with my mom and our helper. He got a birth certificate paper … Continued
By Ann Von Debsen, February 18, 2019 — Seduced by those ads on TV where someone thinks they’re Swedish, only to find out they are Italian, I asked for and received an Ancestry DNA kit for Christmas. I knew I am … Continued
By Louisa Zerafa, January 30, 2019 — About twenty years ago, the family and I traveled to Malta. It was an amazing experience. We went during the summer, it was beautiful. The people there are breathtaking, all dressed in fancy … Continued
By Kim B., June 27, 2017 — My grandad was born in 1895 and was a WWI veteran. He had a speech impediment that runs in the family. My mother, Lois, had five siblings and my father, Vance had ten siblings. … Continued
By Elizabeth Wolfe, July 5, 2017 — My uncle Herman Getz was in the army. I remember everyone being so surprised when he came home, cause so many didn’t. We had a huge party for him. It was a … Continued
By Carol Strauss, July 18, 2017 – My ancestors, the Leslies, lived in the northern part of Scotland where it was cold and the soil was of very poor quality and much too rocky for farming. In around 1850, during … Continued
By Norman Cain, September 11, 2014 — My grandmother’s laundry room was not located in a finished, attractive basement. It had no shelves (containing detergents, bleaches, and fabric softeners) that hovered above a modern washer or dryer. And when clothes … Continued
By Beverly Roitman, October 13, 2016 — My mother was five years old, and had a brother 18 months younger, when they fled the pogroms in Russia in 1905 in a tiny wagon. At the time, my grandmother Mary was … Continued