My Great Uncle. Born in Zejtun, Malta, the second child of Nicola Orlando, a blacksmith, and his wife Caterina de Barro, "iz-Ziju Pietru"'s fate remains shrouded in a mystery.
Emigrating to the United States of America, all my great aunts used to recall that their brother passed away there in tragic circumstances. We do know that he was still alive by December 1, 1917, as the only photograph in existence of his we have, was sent by him to a cousin of his in Malta from New York City on that date.
This is the story I have always heard from my great aunts. Peter was employed in a gunpowder factory beside a dock. One day, a ship anchored at the named dock caught fire, which soon spread towards to factory, causing an explosion which claimed among others Peter's life. Never did we learn, when or where exactly this thing happened, but we presume it occured somewhere in New York. What happened to his body, also remains a mystery. We do not know if it was ever found or not. Any information which might recall this accident from anyone who might come across this profile, would be more than appreciated from my end.
Emigrating to the United States of America, all my great aunts used to recall that their brother passed away there in tragic circumstances. We do know that he was still alive by December 1, 1917, as the only photograph in existence of his we have, was sent by him to a cousin of his in Malta from New York City on that date.
This is the story I have always heard from my great aunts. Peter was employed in a gunpowder factory beside a dock. One day, a ship anchored at the named dock caught fire, which soon spread towards to factory, causing an explosion which claimed among others Peter's life. Never did we learn, when or where exactly this thing happened, but we presume it occured somewhere in New York. What happened to his body, also remains a mystery. We do not know if it was ever found or not. Any information which might recall this accident from anyone who might come across this profile, would be more than appreciated from my end.
My Great Uncle. Born in Zejtun, Malta, the second child of Nicola Orlando, a blacksmith, and his wife Caterina de Barro, "iz-Ziju Pietru"'s fate remains shrouded in a mystery.
Emigrating to the United States of America, all my great aunts used to recall that their brother passed away there in tragic circumstances. We do know that he was still alive by December 1, 1917, as the only photograph in existence of his we have, was sent by him to a cousin of his in Malta from New York City on that date.
This is the story I have always heard from my great aunts. Peter was employed in a gunpowder factory beside a dock. One day, a ship anchored at the named dock caught fire, which soon spread towards to factory, causing an explosion which claimed among others Peter's life. Never did we learn, when or where exactly this thing happened, but we presume it occured somewhere in New York. What happened to his body, also remains a mystery. We do not know if it was ever found or not. Any information which might recall this accident from anyone who might come across this profile, would be more than appreciated from my end.
Emigrating to the United States of America, all my great aunts used to recall that their brother passed away there in tragic circumstances. We do know that he was still alive by December 1, 1917, as the only photograph in existence of his we have, was sent by him to a cousin of his in Malta from New York City on that date.
This is the story I have always heard from my great aunts. Peter was employed in a gunpowder factory beside a dock. One day, a ship anchored at the named dock caught fire, which soon spread towards to factory, causing an explosion which claimed among others Peter's life. Never did we learn, when or where exactly this thing happened, but we presume it occured somewhere in New York. What happened to his body, also remains a mystery. We do not know if it was ever found or not. Any information which might recall this accident from anyone who might come across this profile, would be more than appreciated from my end.
