Barry's Relatively Speaking: One Of A Name
Posted on Dec 07, 2012
Barry's Relatively Speaking shares the personal experiences and stories of genealogists found in the Everton Genealogical Helper Magazine collection on MyGenShare.com. Peter shares the following experience.
Seventy-one years on this earth, I have never looked into the eyes, never seen the face of another human that bears my "family" name. For seventy-one years, I've never even heard of another human on this earth named Targhetta. Before my human remains are committed to the earth, I would like to know that there is at least one other soul on this earth of my particular family, a "family" of but one, Targhetta.
Not even the FBI in World War II in attempting to screen me for a security clearance where I worked at the Hamilton-Standard airplane propeller company, after two months of diligent search, could uncover my origins. And thus origins unknown, for security reasons, I lost my job though I was assisted in getting another job at Springfield Armory making the historic M-l Garand rifle. Minerva-like, the name Targhetta seems to have been born of the figment on some unknown's imagination, yet I am very real, and I wonder, is Targhetta derived from my "real" name, for example, could Targhetta be phonetically derived from Pargetter or some similar name?
Peter Harold Targhetta, supposedly born Marble, Colorado, Gunison County, April 3,1913, 5 feet, 6 inches in height, brown eyes, black hair, white but dark skin, supposedly of Italian descent, attended Catholic services at "The Farm", a big Glenwood Springs, Colorado dairy farm on which we grew sugar beets and lettuce and from which I ran away at age circa 14. I worked as a youth at Delmonte as an agricultural migrant worker, in the Plasida Colorado coal mine, in the marble quarry, Marble, Colorado — there 1 helped quarry the stone for the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I too served in the army, enlisting 1941, discharged 1946 as an anti-aircraft tech. sgt. My fallen comrad-in-arms, The Unknown Soldier, we know not who he is in death, but I pray that unlike me, he knew who he was in life.
I still work for the U.S. government at the Marine Corp's Naval Air Rework Facility, Cherry Point, North Carolina. Can anyone tell me who I really am; or am I, will I have been, the only Targhetta on earth?