This is a miraculous story that happened this past Autumn. I have been waiting for the perfect time to share it,and this week seems appropriate being St.Patrick's week(yes,week ;) since we are planning a trip to Ireland to see the special lady this story is about:
My mother's brother Nicky passed away in the 1970's at a young age. When he passed, he left behind a little daughter,Jackie. My mother and her family only saw his little girl as a baby because Nicky and his wife's marriage ended, and his wife left Southie and moved to her native country of England with the baby. No one knew where she was.
Growing up,my mother would mention her brother and his daughter often.
When I was a teenager,I searched on the internet for Jackie Nickerson,but never found any promising leads. When my mother's sister and her daughters were visiting from Boston, we talked about Nicky and his daughter. We talked about the unfortunate time that we just missed her when she came to Boston from Ireland in search of her roots(another long story)
Pretty much as soon as they left,I began searching the internet for Jackie Nickerson. I clicked on the first site that I saw, it was from an art gallery,the description for this amazing fine art photographer read "Born in Boston,raised in England,currently living in Ireland". All these things we knew were true about our Jackie.
I e-mailed the gallery,asking for Jackie's e-mail address,posing as my mother because I knew that she knew my mother's name. Meanwhile,I called my mother and told her to come right over,to see what she thought. We found a self-portrait Jackie snapped of herself,and we thought we saw family resemblance. My mother went back to her house,thinking it would be a long time until we'd hear from the gallery. Pretty much as soon as she left,I saw that I had an e-mail from Jackie Nickerson herself! When I read her e-mail I nearly fell off of my chair! It read "I don't know much,but I know my grandparents names were...." . I sat there gobsmacked as I read my grandparents names. I called my mother crying and screaming- It's her,it's her!
Thank goodness she kept her maiden name! And as luck would have it,right when we found her,she was scheduled to be in the U.S. in the near future because her exhibit "Faith" was showing at a NYC gallery. Faith- how appropriate! We all met her and her husband for lunch, bringing a scrapbook that we had sewn a patchwork cover for,filled with copies of all of the older pictures we had of her father and family. Sadly,she had never even seen a picture of her father. It was so emotional for everyone but especially for her. After all, she never knew anyone on her father's side of the family,and then all of a sudden,she had an instant family!