I've hit a wall on my goal of finding out what happened to Grandfather John's parents and siblings. The good news is - since I now have exact names, dates, birthplaces, locations - my search is no longer considered simple "genealogy" research. Instead, I am attempting to find and re-connect with a defined group of family members.
Previously, the International Red Cross could only be helpful in determining where in the Ukraine my grandfather was born and lived since I had no other names or proof that anyone truly existed. Now I do. And so, tomorrow I will meet with Ms. Blount, the international case worker at the Kansas City chapter of the Red Cross. I'll hand her the print outs of every official piece of paperwork that I have obtained through my years of research. It will take a long time to achieve results, I'm told. Our family here in the United States has waited nearly 100 years to find out what happened to our family in the Ukraine. We'll be happy to wait just a bit longer to finally have our answers.
Join me as I explore the mysteries within my grandfather's undelivered letter of 1917, written to his family in Russia.
