Family history
The story of my great-grandfather (on my father’s side) was always a bit hazy even in the days of my childhood, when the elders of my family, people who knew him first hand, were still alive to tell the tale. But somehow all that I ever learned about him was how he left Romania at the turn of the century and made his way onto one of the immigrant boats that were taking people and dreams across the ocean, to America.
He made it there. I have no information whether by this time he was already father to my grandfather, or if he was even married. The only other (completely irrelevant) piece of information that I have is that he apparently called himself Vintilescu rather than Vintiloiu. I have no idea why. Maybe it was easier to pronounce.
Anyway.. As the story goes, he came back to Romania. Now, I have no way to confirm that. I don’t know if that was even possible in those days. Also I have no information on what his financial status was.
Last week, my mom came across this picture:
It seems that my great-grandfather made his way into the little town of Alliance, Ohio, where he walked in to the studio of William R. Nesbitt, photographer, to have his picture taken.
Now I found this intriguing. So I followed this new lead to see where it takes me. Luckily, the people of Alliance are pretty proud of their town’s history and have everything archived and available online.
Here is what a book called “Artists in Ohio, 1787-1900: a biographical dictionary” had to say about William Nesbitt:
So the picture was taken sometime in the first years of the 1900s. Digging a little deeper into the archives I came across some pictures of Alliance from that period. In two of them you can see William Nesbitt’s studio, with a large billboard that says: NESBITT – The LEADING PHOTOGRAPHER.
This image was taken during the great snowfall of 1901
A closer look
Now there is no point to this story. And no ending. I still have no idea of how things went for my forefather, or what he was doing in Alliance, OH, or why/if he ever came back. But looking at these images, and retracing his steps 100+ years later, I can’t help but wonder what it was like to walk down Main Street East, between Freedom Ave. and Seneca Ave. and walk into Mr. Nesbitt’s studio.





