Crossing the Northern Border at Age One

This week is the 114th anniversary of the birth of my paternal aunt Miriam Burk (1911-1987). 

In this New York City photo, Miriam is the babe in the arms of her mother, Henrietta Mahler Burk. To the left, in the fashionable hair bow, is older sister Mildred Burk. The tyke at lower right is my own Dad, Harold Burk.

Not shown in the photo is Henrietta's husband, my paternal grandfather Isaac Burk, who was then in Montreal, where he often worked as a cabinetmaker and carpenter. He went alone and sometimes the family followed, then returned to New York City where Henrietta's family lived.

The day in 1911 when Miriam was born was sunny and warm. The New York Times headlines that day were about Mexico reorganizing itself politically, possible mayoral candidates, foreign banks doing business in New York, and Mrs. Taft returning from New York to Washington after falling ill. One small front-page item quoted a City College professor as saying that life "must have come from other worlds," with germs brought to Earth on the energy of light rushing through the universe. I kid you not.

In 1912, at the age of one, Miriam crossed the border from the United States to Canada, traveling with her mother Henrietta and two siblings, to be reunited with Isaac in Montreal. While living in Montreal, Henrietta gave birth to their fourth child, Sidney Burk. 

In 1915, when Sidney was one year old, Henrietta brought him, Miriam, Mildred, and Harold back across the border to New York City for good. Isaac soon returned to the Big Apple and that's where they planted permanent roots.

Happy birthday to Aunt Miriam, who was a gracious and glamorous aunt.