Man, that was some dream. I’m walking down the street with my Uncle Fred. As we passed by a newspaper stand, I could see the year was 1921. A newspaper headline read Yankees Win World Series! I could tell it was night in the city, but there was so much life. Hustle and bustle everywhere. […]

I never knew my maternal grandfather, Therald Jonas. He died in 1949, well before my birth. He was an alcoholic and alcoholism led to his death. I have always felt a strange closeness to him. More than just blood or DNA, but a feeling he is trying to reach out to me. Perhaps it’s because […]

My great uncle Oliver was killed August 15, 1942, eight days shy of his 41st birthday. He was a merchant seaman during WW2 when his ship was torpedoed by a German U-Boat in the North Atlantic. His body was never recovered. He left behind a wife and twelve-year-old son. I have always felt his presence, […]

Winston Churchill called it the “worst journey in the world”. He was referring to the World War II Artic route ships would follow to provide necessary war supplies to the Soviet Union. It was commonly referred to as the Murmansk Run. From 1941 to 1945 there were approximately 40 such runs that followed the 1,500-mile […]

Thorald Dominic Jonas was the only grandparent I never met, never knew. Although I always felt a deep connection with him. He was born in 1903 and died in 1949 at the age of 46, six years before I was born. He was my mother’s father but was absent much of her life. There is […]

My paternal great grandfather was James McFarlane. There is not a lot known about him, how he lived, or where and when he died. My grandfather said he “followed the line”. He was a railroad man and helped build the railroad lines across Jamaica in the late 19th & early 20th centuries. My blog is […]