Here we are, five generations. Bessie, my great grandmother was born in 1878 in Priluki, Ukraine. She came to San Francisco in 1897. Her daughter, Della, my grandmother was born there where my mother Marilyn was born in 1926. I was born in San Francisco in 1945 but my son Adin was born close to Rotterdam, The Netherlands, in 1970. This photo was taken when my wife, and I went to San Francisco to show my family our baby. I feel feel very fortunate to have known my great grandmother. She told me stories of her childhood and family in Priluki. Much later, this would spark my interested in family history. Having five generations together at the same time was possible because people married much earlier then. My grandmother was 38 years old when I was born. My mom had just turned 18 a few months before and my dad was just 21 years old. Adin was born when I was 25.
Now I am 67 and my oldest grandson, Noah is not yet nine years old. While my own father has eight great grandchildren, at 89 he will never have great great grandchildren. I will be very lucky if I ever have a great grandchild. But future generations will know lots about their ancestors since so much more is documented these days. My great great grandchildren may never know me in person but they will know a great deal about me if they are interested.