My father’s family first arrived in America in 1900. My grandparents Peter and Elizabeth Herold packed up their belongings and crossed the Atlantic Ocean with two active little boys, Henry, 4, and my father, Fred, 2, plus an infant, George, 5 months, before settling in Philadelphia.
Two years later, they changed their mind and went back to Steinau, Germany. While there, they had another son, John. My father had unpleasant memories of his time in Germany; playmates chided him for talking with a different accent than theirs.
My grandparents made their second trip to the U.S. aboard the Kronprinz Wilhelm, this time with the threat of hurricanes, in October 1904. A few years ago, my youngest son, Tom, took his family to Ellis Island and found among the records a…
