My great-grandfather’s witnesses on his petition for naturalization have opened up a few new avenues into discovering Wasyl’s life. (I don’t recognize either of the names.) I feel lucky to have found such a great photo of him—I only have one other—and a signature, to boot? Goldmine!
I had a little fun with Google Maps, too—it turns out that Diane’s great-grandfather and my great-grandfather lived a mere 2 miles from each other on Cleveland’s West Side around 1940. Maybe they once met!