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Help Needed! Slovak Family from Passaic, NJ c1910

Its’ been a while since I shared a mystery photo and I really need some help with this one.

JuliaScerbakWithFamilyAndBabyMaybeBaptism
Julia Scerbak, far right

Nana, aka Julia Scerbak, returned permanently to the United States in November 1910. She was 17 years old at the time. Julia is the young lady on the right and I think she looks like she is probably still in her teens so I would date this photo to sometime between 1910-1912.

Other than that, I don’t recognize any of the other females. Given, the span of years among the three children, this appears to be a woman with her daughters. Could this have perhaps been the First Communion of the little girl on the right? She is dressed in white and has a big white bow in the back of her hair.

Given that Nana lived in the First Ward of Passaic and only spoke Slovak when she first came back here, I am positive that these people are Slovak and most likely attended St. Michael’s Church on First Street. Today, it is the Cathedral of St. Michael the Archangel.

It’s possible that these people were simply friends with Nana, but so many of the parishioners at St. Michael’s were from Ujak/Udol and many were related either by blood or by marriage. Therefore, the woman could be a cousin of Nana’s or possibly even an aunt.

If you have Passaic Slovak family, please take a close look at these people. Leave a comment if you think you might recognize them.

Thank you!

Christmas Card 1920’s Style

This is the second of my vintage Christmas memories and memorabilia. Today’s holiday card dates between Christmas 1915 and Christmas 1925, before the birth of my father. The card style looks a bit Art Deco and I believe it is more likely George and Julia Sabo sent this card to friends sometime during the 1920s.

Christmas Card 1 Cover

Christmas Card 1 Inside

What I love about this card is that it is hand signed and it is NOT my Nana’s writing, which means my grandfather George signed it. I have only a couple of letters that he hand wrote (I never knew him as George died of tuberculosis when my father was only ten yeas old) so I value the few things that were left by him.