This is my space to share my quest to collect as many broken branches as I can in my fractured family tree which resembles a bramble bush more then a proper tree. As I go forward in this blogging journey I hope to share how I have searched far & wide for family - with no regard for where they come from or if I should really want them.
You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Middle Child ~ Max Pellack AKA Clyde Robertson


52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: 2020 Week 26 (MIDDLE)
                    

I grew up knowing my grandfather was born in San Francisco. By the time he met my grandmother in 1939 his parents were deceased. Being an only child he had no living relatives. 


My grandparents
Clyde & Mary
1940

My grandfather taught me how to play rummy, and served me ring slices of watermelon on a plate to eat with a spoon. He was a very crafty guy who made lamps, and let me choose a shade for the one he gifted me one summer I visited. Grandpa was an accountant which seemed boring to me. I thought I knew who my grandfather was.

Dad, Me, Grandpa


Grandpa, Me, Grandma, Dad


My grandparents
Clyde & Mary
It was many years after he died that I discovered I may have known who he wanted to be, but I didn't know who he started out to be.




The story of how Max Pellack became Clyde Robertson remains unknown. I have written about the search in other blog posts. What is known is that he was not an only child, and his parents were both still alive in 1940 when he met Grandma. 


Grandpa was the middle child of 7 living children born to Alexander & Mary (nee Maximiw) Pellack. He was the first child born in Canada. His older 3 siblings were born in Ukraine. His younger 3 siblings born at home - just like he was.


The family homestead was located in northern Saskatchewan - a small hamlet called Gronlid. 



A community I had never heard of, in a province I had never visited. 




My grandfather's part of the family tree went from 3 to 90 plus the children of the next generation.




Watching your tree grow as the generations are added!







This is why I search - 



Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!















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Amy Johnson Crow, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge



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