
First found on Life Lessons Around The Dinner Table.
Week #39: Your Heritage.
This post took some thought, and some research. On the outside, I’m an ordinary white woman.
But, my history / ancestry lays throughout Europe. My maiden name, Stricker, is descended from the German language. I’m fairly certain my dad’s family came from Europe. Grandpa Stricker was in the Navy for several years, and my dad was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Shortly thereafter, his family – Grandpa, Grandma, Auntie Marn, Aunt Nancy, and Dad – moved to St. Petersburg, Florida.
My mom’s paternal grandparents emigrated from the Ukraine, and my grandfather was raised Jewish in New York City. After starting college in Ohio and meeting my Grandma Grace, Grandpa Madan was in the Army during World War II. After the war ended, he got out of the Army, and they also settled in Florida, near Miami. My grandpa’s sister, Aunt Marilyn, lives in Boca Raton. Her daughter, Sherri, lives in Manhattan.
Besides the evident European ancestry, religion is a big part of my family history. My Grandpa Madan was raised Jewish. My mom was raised in the United Church of Christ. My Uncle Richard considered going into seminary. My dad’s family includes Methodists and Lutherans. I was raised in the United Methodist Church. Over the years, I have had the opportunity to attend services among several denominations – Lutheran, Catholic, Baptist, Russian Orthodox, Congregational, Presbyterian, and United Methodist, to name a few.
Writing this post has inspired me to learn even more about my family, their experiences, and their history. I want to learn as much as I can, and document everything along the way.
Until the next headline, Laura Beth 🙂
Wow. Please tell me your family lived in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. 😀
I don’t think so, but I’ll have to ask! I was born in Manhattan, and we lived on Governors Island for several years. Mom’s cousin Sherri lives in Tribeca / Soho, about a block and a half from the firehouse that was featured in Ghostbusters!
I’m curious to know. My family lived in Hell’s Kitchen until my Dad was about 10 or 11 (so 1952ish). My understanding is that the Jewish community in NYC was tight.
Who knows – maybe our families hung out! 😀
Good stuff! I’ll let you know what I find out. My grandpa was born in 1922, so I imagine he lived there until around the early 1940s. My grandparents got married on a Texas army base in 1944 – They were married for 64 years!
I know it’s not even a remote possibility, but I like thinking they could’ve been neighbors. LOL
Me, too!