Like most family historians, I often encounter questions about migration, both within this country and overseas. My tree demonstrates that the claim we still hear often, that “Of course in those days they didn’t move, they just stayed in their own village” (or variations on it), simply isn’t true. Members of my family, living or long gone, have lived in Singapore, Peru, Japan, Russia, Poland, South Africa, Canada, Bermuda, Alaska and Denmark, to name but a few of a long list.
I was reminded about this question, and its historical significance, when we spent a few days in the summer in New York, where my godson was getting married in Brooklyn. As soon as we arrived at JFK Airport, I became aware of just how multicultural the city is, and…
