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The Picture

For me, my love affair (AKA sickness, obsession, addiction, compulsion, or whatever you wish to call it) with family history began with a picture. Isn’t this the case for many of us? In my case, this is the picture that did it for me.

During my childhood, 60 some years ago, my nuclear family was very close to the families of my cousins on my mother’s side. My father’s side? Not so much. There were my father’s parents, Harry and Lillie Zabitz, but I have virtually no memories of Harry, because he passed away just before my 4th birthday. And, there was the family of my father’s brother, the Zabitz family of Syosset, New York. Other than that, contact with other Zabitz families was pretty much limited to the very occasional Bar Mitzvah or wedding.

In 2015 however, I began to realize that my family was a lot larger than I thought. Through the magic of the Internet, specifically MyHeritage and Facebook, I started meeting up with the descendants of my grandfather Harry’s brothers and siste…