Roger Vincent Jasaitis

This lovely old photo is of my Grandmother on my Mother’s side. In Polish Grandmother is Babci. This was taken right after she emigrated from Poland to the United States early in the last century. I was born of immigrants, as most of us are in this country. She was escaping war and deprivation much like the immigrants of today. I’m sad to say that Babci died before I was old enough to remember her. I know that some in my family do remember her with love.

For me, part of Thanksgiving is remembering all of the family that is not sitting around our table at present… yet are still part of our family as long as we remember them in spirit.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone young and old!