Postby goldhorse » Tue Oct 13, 2015 12:06 am
I've been doing a little genealogy research. I knew that my mother and her parents had lived in Cuba and left when Castro came into power. I had pulled the claim that my grandparents submitted against the Cuban government for their losses so I had an address for the family home. DD and I went down there in June and one afternoon we hired a taxi and went looking for the house. We never found it but had a blast for 2 hours touring around Havana in a 1957 Ford Fairlane and seeing where the real people of Cuba live. Definitely not on the tourist agenda. When I got back, I did some more googling and found a telephone book of 1954 Havana that somebody had scanned and uploaded to the internet. Looking up my grandfather in that confirmed that the address I had was a misprint and we were off by one street. We may have driven past the house and never known it. Oh well, I'll have to go back again. Anyway, during all that googling, I stumbled upon this photograph. And I know it is my grandfather. I have many pictures of him and that's him.