Her parents were Danish emmigrants, who had married when arriving in New York in 1881. She had three older siblings: Holger, Edward and Lily, and the family tried as so many others to pursue wealth with changing luck.
When my great grandmother was 5 years old, her mother, Amalie, died - only 47 years old. As my great great grandfather, Julius, couldn't provide for all four kids, he decided to send the two youngest back to Denmark. Therefore, my great grandmother - 5 years old - had to say goodbye to her father and two older brothers in New York and cross the Atlantic to Copenhagen. The sisters ended in two separate parts of the family and they never saw their father or brothers again.
Hadn't my great great grandmother died too young, my great grandmother wouldn't have been sent to Denmark, and I wouldn't have been. Our stories are all full of coincidences, but I've always thought this was particular cruel, though still fascinating.
When I got to New York, I realised Im the first of Elizabeth's (my great grandmother) descendants to return to the city. That had a larger effect on me than expected. Therefore, I spent some days finding out, where they'd lived, married and are now burried. I managed to find the church in which my great great grandparents were married.
It wasn't a church anymore, but here's a picture anyways.
And the surroundings.
If anybody's curious, my mother has tried to find descendants of Holger and Edward and whether we have relatives in the US. Unfortunately it's a dead end, so it seems I don't have a rich uncle in America (even if that would have been wonderful).
Location:W 24th St,New York,USA
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