Dear diary,
Ther are no jobs available here in germany me and my wife Sarah suffer day to day clashing with rival farmers for few industrial jobs thate dont seem to get. we live off of father's savings. If we dont find someway to leave this place we will ind ourselves in the streeets as beggars. Everyone will look down upon us. i cannot bear this no longer. America is our last chance.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
MY IMAGE OF AMERICA BEFORE LEAVING EUROPE
Dear diary,
The year of 1888 has arrived and so has the news of the great golden door the land of oppurtunities has come. Finally me and my beloved wife Sarah will finally begone of this over populated jobless filthy streets we call home to a life independent and free in America. Land so planiful. We will rise above Europe and flee to a better life
The year of 1888 has arrived and so has the news of the great golden door the land of oppurtunities has come. Finally me and my beloved wife Sarah will finally begone of this over populated jobless filthy streets we call home to a life independent and free in America. Land so planiful. We will rise above Europe and flee to a better life
MY VOYAGE TO AMERICA
Dear diary,
The year is 1892. sarah and i leave on the steam ship to America. We have been told the trip was to be 14 days or longer. But it seems as if it were months down here in this dark place i cannot see anyhing but to feel my wife always next to me. The smell is just horrid. As if someone died and no one has noticed. there are rats on board. but it is always silent here just few every now and thn erruptions of cougs orcry of hunger. because you see on this trip you were to make sure you bring your own supplies of food and othr materials. god its cold in here all to do is be close to sarah. on the 11th day our bag of food is stolen in the middle of the niht .sarah and i are hunry but we are without none to eat.Finally we made it were finally here. But now we get off and all i see is lines of people. americans hounding quetions at us .Ellis island what they called it
The year is 1892. sarah and i leave on the steam ship to America. We have been told the trip was to be 14 days or longer. But it seems as if it were months down here in this dark place i cannot see anyhing but to feel my wife always next to me. The smell is just horrid. As if someone died and no one has noticed. there are rats on board. but it is always silent here just few every now and thn erruptions of cougs orcry of hunger. because you see on this trip you were to make sure you bring your own supplies of food and othr materials. god its cold in here all to do is be close to sarah. on the 11th day our bag of food is stolen in the middle of the niht .sarah and i are hunry but we are without none to eat.Finally we made it were finally here. But now we get off and all i see is lines of people. americans hounding quetions at us .Ellis island what they called it
MY ARRIVAL IN AMERICCA
i sat in the harbor of Ellis island for three days. it was horrible to be so close and not be able to just run towards her. But as we received our citizenship we werer harbored and given a place to stay but what was called the boss of the city who ran thepolitical machine
MY NEIGHBORHOOD AND HOME
Dear diary,
i and my wife Ssrah have a home rthe only poblem is its in a whore house. We live in the city and we share one bathroom with all the rooms of this hotel i guess you'd call it. Inside was beautiful compared with outside on the streets which hose manure would be piled high, sewage would flow through open gutters, and factories spewed foul smoke into the air.People dumped their trash into the streets and alleys.their were people who had been hired to sweep the trash in the streets but many didnt do their jobs.
i and my wife Ssrah have a home rthe only poblem is its in a whore house. We live in the city and we share one bathroom with all the rooms of this hotel i guess you'd call it. Inside was beautiful compared with outside on the streets which hose manure would be piled high, sewage would flow through open gutters, and factories spewed foul smoke into the air.People dumped their trash into the streets and alleys.their were people who had been hired to sweep the trash in the streets but many didnt do their jobs.
MY JOB
Dear diary,
well i guess when i moved here in new york, a young fellow told me a strange word "urbanization" is what he called it. you know when a city is very poor and due to all the rest of the immgrants that came from all around the world a city that was poor suddenly became booming industries. Well ya see i had a job at one of these booming industry and it was everything but booming i worked at the meat factory. it was hot and there were flies everywhere.we would store meat in attics and rats would run across them leaving all their droppings on the meat. those little buggers were really a big problem. so to help out the problem we poisoned bread and scattered it around the meat so the rats would die on the meat. but ya see the problem was there was no trash to throw these animals away. we were instructed to grind the rats up with the rest of the meat. Thats not the rest of it either the place was so filthy we would wash asre hands in puddles of water mixed with the meat that was our sanitaions and of course with every other job vsickness would always burst over all the workers and for a week straight evulsions of coughs were all that was heard for weeks. we immigrants lived by the rules of the political machine. They housed us gave us shelter for a vote it was great. the only problem was the bosses that ran the machine were the boss and what he would say goes.
well i guess when i moved here in new york, a young fellow told me a strange word "urbanization" is what he called it. you know when a city is very poor and due to all the rest of the immgrants that came from all around the world a city that was poor suddenly became booming industries. Well ya see i had a job at one of these booming industry and it was everything but booming i worked at the meat factory. it was hot and there were flies everywhere.we would store meat in attics and rats would run across them leaving all their droppings on the meat. those little buggers were really a big problem. so to help out the problem we poisoned bread and scattered it around the meat so the rats would die on the meat. but ya see the problem was there was no trash to throw these animals away. we were instructed to grind the rats up with the rest of the meat. Thats not the rest of it either the place was so filthy we would wash asre hands in puddles of water mixed with the meat that was our sanitaions and of course with every other job vsickness would always burst over all the workers and for a week straight evulsions of coughs were all that was heard for weeks. we immigrants lived by the rules of the political machine. They housed us gave us shelter for a vote it was great. the only problem was the bosses that ran the machine were the boss and what he would say goes.
THE PROBLEMS AND HARDSHIPS I'VE FACED IN AMERICA
Dear diary,
there are alot of rivaling around in the city dealing with racial discrimination. i would be pushed around on the streets on my way to work and my wife made less pay than i did so we had to work even harder to meet ends meet. But other than that i and my wife kept to our selves. work was hard and sickening but so was everyone else's. We had a huge problem with pick pocketers tha my wife addes buttons to my pockets.
there are alot of rivaling around in the city dealing with racial discrimination. i would be pushed around on the streets on my way to work and my wife made less pay than i did so we had to work even harder to meet ends meet. But other than that i and my wife kept to our selves. work was hard and sickening but so was everyone else's. We had a huge problem with pick pocketers tha my wife addes buttons to my pockets.
HOW I'VE BEEN HELPED IN AMEICA
Dear diary,
though I do go through many hardships everyday my son is receiving an education and America has oppurtunities i could never have received in germany. I escaped a life of slavery so if i could do my life over again i wouldnt change it except working more cautiosly.
though I do go through many hardships everyday my son is receiving an education and America has oppurtunities i could never have received in germany. I escaped a life of slavery so if i could do my life over again i wouldnt change it except working more cautiosly.
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