On my Dad's side of the family, we can trace our heritage back to the Jargiello's who were the longest ruling monarchs of Poland. I can't remember the dates exactly, but somewhere around 1100-1200 through 1600ish. The only reason that the monarchy changed hands was because the last king and queen didn't have a son. Their daughter married an Anglo-Saxon man and the monarchy switched to his name.
On my Mom's side, I love the story about my DGGM, whom I remember from when I was little. She was a young girl in Poland who had met and fell in love with a young man. Her father was adament that she not marry this man because he wanted her to have a better live in America. She would marry a Polish-American boy. Her father brought her to this country and assembled all of the Polish-American boys in the back yard. She was on the back porch with her father when he selected her husband from the crowd that was gathered. She married this man and had 5 children with him. He was a coal miner and died very young of black lung. During prohibition, my DGGM was running a speak-easy in her basement. One night, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, there was the man whom she loved in Poland. He was thankfully unattached and they married very soon thereafter and had another 5 children together. My DGF was one of the original 5. I really don't know where my DGGF is buried, but I go to visit my DGGM's and her second DH's gravesite several times a year. My DGGM died when she was 95. She had type II diabetes and had lost one leg before I was born and I remember her having to have her other leg amputated when I was about 4. She died when I was 6 or 7. She was such a cool lady.
My other ancestors were from Russia.
On my Mom's side, I love the story about my DGGM, whom I remember from when I was little. She was a young girl in Poland who had met and fell in love with a young man. Her father was adament that she not marry this man because he wanted her to have a better live in America. She would marry a Polish-American boy. Her father brought her to this country and assembled all of the Polish-American boys in the back yard. She was on the back porch with her father when he selected her husband from the crowd that was gathered. She married this man and had 5 children with him. He was a coal miner and died very young of black lung. During prohibition, my DGGM was running a speak-easy in her basement. One night, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, there was the man whom she loved in Poland. He was thankfully unattached and they married very soon thereafter and had another 5 children together. My DGF was one of the original 5. I really don't know where my DGGF is buried, but I go to visit my DGGM's and her second DH's gravesite several times a year. My DGGM died when she was 95. She had type II diabetes and had lost one leg before I was born and I remember her having to have her other leg amputated when I was about 4. She died when I was 6 or 7. She was such a cool lady.
My other ancestors were from Russia.