JACOB (JACK) SOLOMON
July 12, 1901 – February 12,
1959
taken on his wedding day
Feb 21, 1926
This is my namesake and
grandfather, Jack Solomon.
He was born in London England
and came over to NYC with his mother. He is listed as arriving at Ellis Island
under the name Jake Solomon, age 3, on March 27, 1904 on the SS St. Louis
out of Southampton, England, UK. He was
accompanied by his mother, listed as Annie Solomon age 25, and his sister
Millie, age 11 months.
He lived in Brooklyn NY the
rest of his life.
They had his portrait painted in London
Jacob’s initial Petition for Citizenship: January 1,
1927
Witnessed by his father and his sister
in law (Aunt Mary!)
Declaration of Intent to renounce his British
citizenship and apply for US citizenship
May 7, 1931
Certificate of Arrival to affirm he entered the USA
legally
July 2, 1931
Signed Oath of Allegiance
May 31, 1932
Certificate of Citizenship!
Jacob married my grandmother Mildred on February 21, 1926
and had two sons, Robert (uncle Bobby) and Edward (my father).
Social Security application
It doesn’t give the cause of
death on his death certificate, but Jacob smoked 3 packs of cigs and died of
emphysema and congestive heart failure at age 57. My father told me that the
medical residents pressured Mildred for an autopsy but
she refused saying, “he has suffered enough!”
He is buried in New Montefiore Cemetery in Long Island next to
his wife, Mildred.
I close my grandfather’s page
with a story.
Now that Uncle Bobby and my
father are gone, and since they both said they never cared about their legacy,
I will tell it.
If you look at Jacob and
Mildred’s graves, you can see a cedar looking brush that I had to push away to
see the gravestones. The brush had grown almost to the top. It was, no
kidding, the only graves in the cemetery that were this neglected. I contacted cousin Renee Simon (daughter of Jacob’s sister
Maye/Millie). Maye is buried next to
Jacob and when Renee noticed the extreme neglect, she contacted my father to
express her embarrassment and dismay. My father was unmoved and refused to pay
to the care of the graves. He said it was Uncle Bobby’s responsibility. I called Uncle Bobby. He said it was my father’s responsibility and
refused to pay. I sent money to New
Montefiore for the care of the graves and I will use
my website as a platform to shame them both for all eternity!