Dennis (Polzin) Michaels
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Signed 11 Aug 2012 | 1,081 contributions | 25 thank-yous | 1,919 connections
Born 1950s.
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After some life experiences returned stayed for a month or two. Left for California,met my wife to be in Carmel. Ended up in NYC for a few months, married her in Greenwich ,Connecticut. Moved to Malibu, Ca. in 1972. Driving cross country in a Volvo station wagon..slipping sliding down from Flagstaf to Phoenix the gearshift came up out of the car in my hand! Shoved it back down and managed to stop just a mile or so short or so of a Volvo dealer. It was SUNDAY. But lo and behold they were open and were able to repair the car.
Anyway I left home never expecting to see my family again. I wonder how my great, great granparents felt about leaving their family behind. After all there wasn't telephones,internet,maybe mail.
After some life experiences returned stayed for a month or two. Left for California,met my wife to be in Carmel. Ended up in NYC for a few months, married her in Greenwich ,Connecticut. Moved to Malibu, Ca. in 1972. Driving cross country in a Volvo station wagon..slipping sliding down from Flagstaf to Phoenix the gearshift came up out of the car in my hand! Shoved it back down and managed to stop just a mile or so short or so of a Volvo dealer. It was SUNDAY. But lo and behold they were open and were able to repair the car.
Anyway I left home never expecting to see my family again. I wonder how my great, great granparents felt about leaving their family behind. After all there wasn't telephones,internet,maybe mail.