My grandmother Rebecca Alexander married Morris Slegman...he was from the same village in Russia. I have no other information regarding his back-ground except that my great grandfather paid for his voyage. He became a tavern owner in upstate New York. Together they had 6 children, Saul, Seymour, Freda, Jean, Elsie and my mother Sylvia. My Mom was one year old when her Mother died in childbirth. My grandfather Morris married shortly thereafter (name unknown) to a wonderful woman whom the children loved.
When my mother was 4 years old her father died of consumption, better known today as tuberculosis. Within a short time the stepmother left the children and remarried. By this time, my Uncle Saul became the head of the family, a teen age boy with 5 siblings. My grandmother's oldest sister Rachel was married to a man named Phillip and was childless. She took my Mom home to raise her. She never legally adopted her and my mother always called her Aunt Rae. My mother lived in a city away from her siblings but went almost every summer to stay with them. She had told me while growing up "by herself" she felt she had a terrible childhood while her siblings had a great life and later on in life they related to her how lucky she was to have to have it so wonderful. I heard this personally when my aunts came to visit my family in California. At that time I was in my twenties, married and had 2 children. Hearing their story was so very important that I had a legal document drawn, named relatives who would raise my children with no separation of the children and thank God it never came to that problem.
I am writing this information so my grandchildren when they have children will do the above. Just a little info which may come along later in life.