Welcome to our family tree. Like most families in America, ours was built on the backs of immigrants.

This site is dedicated to the memory of our ancestors, whose legacy lives on through the pages of history. Their stories, struggles and triumphs have shaped our family’s identity and inspired this journey into our ancestral past. Our ancestors came to America searching for a better life. All came from Europe across the Atlantic. They came between 1607 and 1904, some on wooden ships of sail and others on steam-powered metal liners. Some landed on sandy beaches or wooden docks, while the last arrived at Ellis Island. Some came with their entire families in tow, while others came alone and sent for their families later. Others even came as Indentured Servants determined to work off their debt for the price of the trip to America. All took incredible risks to get here.

My biggest takeaway is how the fabric of our lives truly is an intricate web of decisions made along the way. If any choices had been made differently, we may not exist.

• • If our mom’s Czechs had not decided to leave Europe in the late 1800s for a chance at a better life.
  • If our ancestors in the 1600s and 1700s had not been persecuted for their religious beliefs.
  • If ancestors had not agreed to grueling voyages across the Atlantic to work off their debt as “Indentured Servants.”
  • If an ancestor who fought in one of the many American wars had died in battle at just the wrong time.
  • If one of the many “arranged marriages” had been arranged differently.
  • If the right ship crossing the Atlantic had hit the wrong storm.
  • If a Native American raid burned down the wrong cabin or an accident at a mill or mine killed the wrong person.

We’re all toast !!

If, if, if. Everything needed to happen JUST right for all of us to be here and to have the chance to make our own way and live our own lives here in America.

The land of immigrants.

As late as 1911, in a report to President William H. Taft, the United States Immigration Commission said of steerage:

“Imagine a large room, perhaps seven feet in height, extending the entire breadth of the ship and about one-third of its length…. This room is filled with a framework of iron pipes, forming a double tier of six-by-two-feet berths, with only sufficient space left to serve as aisles or passageways….”

“Such a compartment will sometimes accommodate as many as three hundred passengers and is duplicated in other parts of the ship and on other decks. The open deck space reserved for steerage passengers is usually very limited, and situated in the worst part of the ship, subject to the most violent motion, to the dirt from the stacks and the odors from the hold and galleys….”

“The only provisions for eating are frequently shelves or benches along the sides or in the passages of sleeping compartments. Dining rooms are rare and if found are often shared with berths installed along the walls. Toilets and washrooms are completely inadequate; salt water only is available.”

“The ventilation is almost always inadequate, and the air soon becomes foul. The unattended vomit of the seasick, the odors of not too clean bodies, the reek of food and the awful stench of the nearby toilet rooms make the atmosphere of the steerage such that it is a marvel that human flesh can endure it….”

“Most immigrants lie in their berths for most of the voyage, in a stupor caused by the foul air. The food often repels them…. It is almost impossible to keep personally clean. All of these conditions are naturally aggravated by the crowding.”