That’s truly beautiful, Barb. I’ve been thinking a lot about my immigrant ancestors too. My father’s grandfather came to the US from a small hamlet in the Swiss alps as a little boy in 1853. His widowed mother sought opportunity for her five children and support for her own widowed mother. They grew to be farmers and pastors in the German-speaking regions of Michigan, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. So many stories, so many threads.
That’s truly beautiful, Barb. I’ve been thinking a lot about my immigrant ancestors too. My father’s grandfather came to the US from a small hamlet in the Swiss alps as a little boy in 1853. His widowed mother sought opportunity for her five children and support for her own widowed mother. They grew to be farmers and pastors in the German-speaking regions of Michigan, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. So many stories, so many threads.