Jacob, left, and Zalman were brothers, Zalman the older. They emigrated to the United States together in 1909. This photograph was made shortly after their arrival.

I have just one memory of Grandpa Jake. I was two years old and he was in his last illness. I was at the door of his room. He smiled at me. That was 1948.

Their emigrant journey was one between worlds. In my 60th year I set out to see the village my grandfather left nearly a century ago.