oh wow, it must be so cool to unearth this kind of family history. many, many years ago, in my first nyc apartment (on sixth street off avenue D), the doorbell rang one afternoon and a very elderly man asked if he could come in, saying he'd been born in our ground floor apartment years before -- this was 1983 and he was in his eighties. he told me and my friend all sorts of stories about the place, the judge who occupied the other two floors with his family, and he seemed so thankful to be back "home."