One of the many unexpected things I discovered when starting genealogical research of these families was the large number of trips taken back and forth across the Atlantic. Not knowing ANY of their migration history before I began my research–but suspecting the families to be of modest means–I was expecting much more of this …
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”