I SUFFERED a BIT OF A SHOCK Saturday evening when I discovered a great-grandfather I’ve been researching never made the crossing, but died while in England. His wife and children traveled on. It hit me hard. I guess I’ve typed his name into search boxes for so long I felt I knew him.
I found his name on his children’s marriage records under “groom’s father’s name” or “bride’s father’s name.” Beyond that, I could find nothing. No census data. No military service records. No mention on any incoming passenger lists. No wonder.
It was the strangest sense of loss, though, like a character in a story I’ve been following a long, long time.