Bezdekov. It was a name I had heard all of my life. We didn’t know how to spell it, but after my Grandfather died, my Grams said it often enough that forgetting the name was not a possibility. When the family got our records from Ellis Island we found out that it wasn’t just Bezdekov, [...]
Chasing My DNA: Part I: Prague
Czechoslovakia – a land of mystery. A place that for many years existed only on a map and in the creative memory of my Grandfather – a man who, years after his emigration, still had a child’s point of view of this place. A child’s view, grown older. For my life whole life, really up [...]
