My mom's father, Myron, died when I was 5 so I really didn't know him well. Well-respected throughout the community and had a great sense of humor. He farmed - as did his father, who came through Ellis Island in the late 1890's (note to all illegal aliens) from Poland. We're German-Polish on the Datka side. Tough man - ran a tight ship. Though being a farmer and raising 9 children ain't a walk in the park. I think my Uncle Butch resembles him the most. I wish I had known him better.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Happy Birthday, Grandpa Datka
My mom's father, Myron, died when I was 5 so I really didn't know him well. Well-respected throughout the community and had a great sense of humor. He farmed - as did his father, who came through Ellis Island in the late 1890's (note to all illegal aliens) from Poland. We're German-Polish on the Datka side. Tough man - ran a tight ship. Though being a farmer and raising 9 children ain't a walk in the park. I think my Uncle Butch resembles him the most. I wish I had known him better.
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