Michele Grgas Thomas The Triplicate

There's a man in New York City researching the genealogy of families from the small village on the Adriatic Coast where my father was born. The man's name is Mike Savoca and his Facebook page, "Zablace Genealogy," has 143 members and nearly 200 old photographs.

I was supposed to spend Valentine's Day with my granddaughter, but I caught a cold and had to stay home. I ended up spending hours on Mike's site, amazed at how many faces and names I recognized as I clicked through the photos and comments.

I saw my dad's cousin Joe looking exactly as I remember him 50 years

ago. One year Joe wore striped pajamas to take us kids trick or

treating. Then I thought he was just funny, but now I realize Joe came

with us to make sure we were safe.

Then and now. Memories and guilt flooded over me. I went off to

college, to Hawaii, to Oregon, to here and there, and didn't set my

roots down in San Pedro with the rest of my clan. The second and third

cousins I grew up with still hang together and know each other's

children and grandchildren. I haven't seen most of them since my

father's funeral in 1981. Mike's page put me back on track.

I contacted cousins over the weekend, taking the first small step in

reconnecting with them. I sent Mike some information and now my father,

my children and even my granddaughter are on the Zablace family tree.

I e-mailed Mike to thank him for doing this work. This was his response:

"As a kid I always had a big interest in history, and was always

asking questions about my own family's history. I began to work on my

own family tree at about age 9, and it just went from there. The first

time I went to Zablace was in 2002, and I fell in love with it. There

was something about these old women all in black, the stone homes with

fading green shutters and sun-bleached tile roofs that spoke to me.

I found that my family tree included three-fourths of Zablace, and

I figured I might as well work on all of Zablace. Naturally, names and

dates are not enough. I want to get a feel for the culture of the area,

the traditions, songs, and history of our little town. I go back every

summer, and get more research done. This summer will be big for me,

because of this Facebook group, more people know what I am doing. I

would like to interview some people and get more pictures.

I want to make sure these treasures are taken care of, so many of

my generation, and even my mom's generation have no idea who are in

pictures, much less the names of long gone ancestors. No one should be

forgotten, and that is part of why I am doing this, to keep those who

can't tell their stories alive for the future."

Did I mention that Mike Savoca is only 19? He was born 10 years

after my father's death, yet this Mike-that was my father's name,

too-is setting the stage for my father's immortality so my

granddaughter and her children will know his story.