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FC: Immigration Project Michelle Goerhing American Hist. 10am
1: Name: Michael Wayland Age: Fifteen Nationality: Irish Origin:Dublin,Ireland Sex: Male Height: 5"7 DOB: May 3rd, 1901 Child of: Charles and Mary Wayland. Date of Arrival: August 5th 1916
2: While on the boat heading to Ellis Island I saw the strangest thing, Mama said that it was the Statue of Liberty. All I saw was a giant lady holding a torch, I guess Americans take pride in this statue. I was more anxious to get off the boat after being on it for almost a week, I was ready to see my new home.
3: The whole dock was crowded when we arrived at Ellis Island. I got lost and couldn't find Mama until we entered the grand hall.
4: This is where we were registered and examined. My exam was to read a passage of bible, write my name in English, and match some shapes.
5: I met this girl, Marie, and we became friends. I later found out we lived at the same apartment building. I work with her brothers. Since her ma worked, Marie stayed home taking care of her younger siblings.
6: Dear Albert, America is so different from what I imagined it, Its not like Ireland at all. I'm starting to miss the green pastures, open air, yes even the potato fields. I miss my dog Rover, I hope Patrick is taking good care of him. I'm living in a place called Manhattan, I don't really like it here and I barely get the chance to see Mama since she's always working. Part of me doesn't even know why we moved but since Pa past away and Mama couldn't keep up with the farm. Well You understand. Tell everyone I miss them. From Michael. August 10th, 1916
7: Mama worked at a seamstress factory, they mostly made clothes. I sometimes got to work here on the weekends when I was free from my other jobs. I worked at least three jobs.
8: Dear Diary: I'm sharing one room with over ten people. Its always cramped and there's never any privacy. The stench is far more worse than the time Shawn and Edward decided to sleep in the barn where one of Edwards cows decided to take a dump on them, or the time Henry forgot he put potato's under his bed. Outside is even worse but I guess I'm almost used to the smell. Well I have to go, Marie made dinner. I think its lamb with a side of some Italian dish. Did I mention Marie likes to cook a lot? August 12th 1916
9: Dear Diary: I think I'm starting to like Manhattan, or I'm getting used to it. Everyday I see new families moving into our apartment building, the number of people in my room has grown to fifteen. They are mostly all little kids less than my age. They don't speak a word of Irish or even English for that matter. I think they might be Russian. November 20th 1916
10: Dear Michael, By the time you get this letter I may be on the boat heading to Ellis Island or I could already be in America. I'm traveling with my brother and his wife, remember River? She and my brother got married last spring. Ma was sort of against me going, Pa said that I should go, told me it would build character and all. We'll be staying with Rori. I think he said he lived in Manhattan. He's been telling me a lot about America and how I'll enjoy it, I hope he's right. Love, Amy Pond. October 2nd 1918
11: Dairy: I lost my job due to the increase of immigrants over the past two years. I now have three jobs instead of four. Marie says I shouldn't worry but Manhattan is more crowded now than it was when I first came here. April 25th 2919 | P.S Also my 18th birthday is coming up. I think I might propose to Marie.