|Art Journal collage, 2016|
My grandparents were all Eastern European ~ Russian, Romanian, Austrian, Hungarian. The former two countries, my paternals; the latter, my maternals. Thus far I've been able to find more info about my dad's family than my mom's.
I'm working with FamilySearch.org, which is a free service of the LDS, where Ancestry.com is their paid service. I'll go as far as I'm able before I have to subscribe. Thus far I've been able to find the answer to many of my initial queries.
Like that my maiden name, Berk, was shortened from Berkovitz by my Grandpa Ben. And at about the same time, Grandpa's brother Joe changed Berkovitz to Burkhart. I'd been wondering how my dad wound up with Burkhart cousins, which I remember from when I was a little girl in the 1950s. Now I know.
Grandpa Benny and my Grandma Sara both came from large families, huge in Grandpa's case, with something like 10 siblings. It's interesting to me that Ben and Sara only had one child, my dad. I've been wondering why that might have been, but of course I'll never know for sure. My ultimate quest here is to find out whether I have any 3rd or 4th cousins and if I can find them.
Although I've spent more time so far on my dad's side, my initial search into my mom's side of the family turned up a couple siblings in my Grandpa George's family. I actually only have, or had, one first cousin, my mom's brother Sidney's son, Michael. He would be my age. Haven't found him yet, dead or alive.
I can say this about these two families ~ on my dad's side, the families were large and appear to be, from what I've been able to tell thus far, cohesive. I haven't yet turned up any evidence of divorce. Whereas on my mom's side, the families were smaller and divorce featured from generation to generation, at least going back three generations. Sometimes lately I've wondered to what degree many of the life issues I've dealt with were due to my parents' divorce when I was a preteen, alone or in concert with my NPD mother. Divorce is a shattering experience for kids, at least it was when my parents were divorced in the early 1960s before "everybody" got divorced. They say divorce runs in families; they're right. I was divorced twice as was my brother.
At any rate, I am the end of the line for the Berk clan, at least my dad's spur. No kids for me, and my brother had a daughter who never identified as Jewish anyhow. So this is it.
In other news, my sinus surgery is scheduled for next Thursday, September 15. I'm sure everything will be fine, the procedure I mean, but I'm still a tad nervous. So glad it's just an outpatient thing, although it will be done at the hospital. I don't like hospitals.
I'm slowly working on my new stitching piece but I only last night got a handle on where it might be going. In general this isn't being a hugely creative period for me.
Have a wonderful weekend. Thanks for reading.