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BIRTH: Oct 1892 Brooklyn, Kings Co., NY
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IMMIGRATION:
DEATH: Aft. 02 Apr 1930 Brooklyn, Kings Co., NY
BURIAL: Putney Cemetery, Stratford, CT
SPOUSE: Anna Margaret Heig
MARRIAGE: 03 Jul 1914 Stratford, CT
GREENWOLD DESCENDANT CHART
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Children
Jean Audrey Greenwold
Granville Greenwold |
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SOURCES
Census
1920 Emil Greenwold, Brooklyn, Ward 2, Kings Co., NY, ED 3
1930 Emil C. Greenwold, Stratford, Fairfield Co., CT, ED212
Directories
1915 Naugatuck, CT, Greenwold Emil G clk h 8 Fairview av
1916 Naugatuck, CT, Greenwold Emil G rem to New York City
1925, NYC, Greenwold Emil r871 Longwood av, p.1028
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BIOGRAPHY |
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Letter from Jean Audrey Greenwold, daughter of Emil Christian Greenwold
I also remember my Dad. He use to worry in the Summers when the polio
season came, (they didn't have a vaccine for polio at that time) and he
wouldn't let us -- he & Uncle Oscar--leave the farm. (Us means Naomi,
Ruth, my brother & me.)
Every year at Christmas Dad donned his Santa Suit. We four (us) didn't
know it was Dad. We spent all night waiting for the sound of sleigh
bells and the prancing of reindeer hoofs. We never heard them--then
in a great moment on Christmas morning--bells rang and no matter how we
had promised ourselves and each other not to leave the fireplace at
Grandma's house; we ran - ran to the front lawn - the back lawn - to see -
to see the sleigh and deer.
That's when it happened! The sudden thud and the ho-ho-ho. Once
again we had missed Santa and his coming down the chimney. And there
he stood -- ho ho hoing, all dressed in Santa's garb and a pack full of
surprises on his back. Of course it was Dad - but even when we grew out of
the believing we couldn't let go of the dream. I think Naomi let go of the
Santa thing first.
Dad bought me my first two-wheeler bike and stayed up for hours in the
evening, teaching me how to ride the darn thing. When I took off on my own
he shouted & clapped. He bought me a dog (puppy) when I was 8. When
[my daughter] Jackie was born the puppy was old and arthritic.
[When] Dad found out I was expecting a baby he sent me a large surprise.
Delivery of a tremendous bouquet of fresh flowers and a hand written note.
He said in the letter that life began with children of your own and that
was one of the blessings of life....
Dad died at home--Bay Ridge Ave. in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn.
I was with Mother....Later I ran to Aunt May's & Uncle Oscar's home at
7525 Shore Road to tell them of Dad's death.
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