The story I told you about my great-grandma coming west on the Orphan Train and being adopted is about my dad’s grandma.
My mom also brings some strong storied DNA to the mix.
Her great grandma (My great great grandma) was named Katherine. Katherine was born in Austria, and lived there with her husband, Joseph (a coal miner) and their five children. One day, there was an explosion in the coal mine, killing Joseph, and many other residents of this small town.
Joseph and Katherine had been discussing coming to America, and after her husband was killed, Katherine thought that she would be able to provide a better life for her children here.
Katherine’s friend also became a widow in the coal mine explosion. But, this other woman was not able to come to America. So, she asked Katherine to take her 4 children with her to America, to try to give them a better life.
Katherine said yes.
She brought her 5 children, plus her friend’s 4 children (All under 10–most under 6) to America. By herself.
She settled in a small town, where the priest said, “you’re a widow and have kids, and this other guy is a widower with kids… you two should get together.”And, they married, Brady Bunch Hora style. And had a few more–including my great grandma–together.
No wonder I feel a pull to bring other kids into my family.
I think it’s in my DNA.