The plane is about to take off from JFK to LAX but I wanted to finish posting to you.  I went to Ellis Island after the Statue of Liberty.  It was very emotional there because I found that BOTH of my grandparents came through Ellis Island at different times.  My grandmother (who was such a sweet soul and would have considered

you her great granddaughters) was 23 years old when she landed on Ellis Island with her niece: Marion.  She was escorting her to America it seems.  She arrived here 2nd class on the ship, the Columbia.  She had the equivalent of about $7 in her pocket when she got here.  What a brave woman.  I guess I can see where I get my independent, stubborn streak. Her name was Grace.  We called her “Wee Gracie.”