As the oldest living cousin on both sides of my family, I have fallen into the role of historian. Luckily, both of my grandfathers wrote long and detailed autobiographies that gave me enough information to plumb the genealogical sites.
Since I knew who, when and where, I found wonderful things, including a history (with original document and photos) of the schtetl where my paternal grandfather, the inestimable Benjamin Finkel the first, grew up.
Sadly, the Jews in the schtetl were massacred by Lithuanian collaborators in 1941, but that did trigger huge amounts of research and documentation.
I was then able to pump my cousins for their memories and photos.
Here’s Ben’s home until he immigrated in 1880. His grandfather was an architect and built the house. His father turned it into a guest house and brewery. I paid someone to translate the Lithuanian signage. it appears that the sign on the right is an ad for a Finkel woman who is a dentist.
And here is the gravestone of a Finkel buried in 1804 in the cemetery in Serey, Lithuania.
I also discovered a branch of one of Ben’s sisters’ family due to a fluther question. An unknown first-cousin, once removed, tracked me down when Google kicked up my name in relation to Finkel Umbrella Frame Company and opened up a whole new world. She introduced us to Bertha Finkel, one of Ben’s sisters. That’s a very young Ben, next to her.
One great resource was the various census information just before the turn of the twentieth century and for forty years after. Since I knew the address and the names of my grandparents and their kids, I was able to get the facsimiles of the original census pages, including the fact that my grandfather’s original language had been written as Russian and then crossed out and changed to Polish. It was, in fact, Lithuanian.