FC: Chapter 7 Immigration Project
1: Web Sites: http://www.ellisisland.org/genealogy/ellis_island.asp http://www.thirteen.org/tenement/index.html http://www.loc.gov/rr/print/list/070_immi.html http://www.powayusd.com/online/usonline/worddoc/ellisislandsite.htm http://www.bartleby.com/208/
2: Year 1882 August twenty third was the day I moved into the United States of America. As an immigrant it was hard; arriving there on a long boat ride was a journey. My family and I left Asia for a better life and my husband for new work. We arrived at Ellis Island, of course it was crowed with lots of people from other parts of the world. It was a hot day as well, If i knew it was going to be this hot I would of dressed in suitable clothes. It took us a while to get to America because of the Chinese Exclusion Act. The building we were at had lots of kids, woman, but mostly men; young men at that.
3: For us to enter America, we had to have identification. Also a passport, so if we will be able to leave the USA if we had to. Waiting was long; it took us about 5 hours for it to be our turn i remember dropping all my papers on the ground. | They also need a Visa card show that we are able to work and the type of work that we do. I never liked that picture on my card. After we got situated, a man and his family didn't have any of the thing that were required for them to enter the USA.
4: Of course you there were ill and sick people arriving there to. There was a very bad stench from everyone being so jammed together the area didn't have a pleasant smell. I was starting to miss home all ready the air was very polluted and the street were very polluted. We still stayed hoping and thinking that the conditions would get better once we started work.
5: After the process had ended we all met getting our luggage. They placed use in a house it was very small barely anywhere to sleep, nothing really to eat and again the filth was among us again. There was dirt everywhere. | At that there were other people we didn't even know living with us. After we settle in, my husband went out to look for work. I honestly didn't want to leave our things inside the room with the other people. I ended up leaving anyway, again home was going through my mind how i would go back. Still believing that the conditions would get better. After a while of trying to get my children into school i finally went back to the house.
6: While my husband was working, I stayed behind to watch the kids because they weren't in school. months past my son Lee had got sick from the filth; my husband hasn't made enough money to afford treatment. As time past it grew harder and more people around us were getting sick and dying or killed for their food and money. We haven't had that happen to use thankfully, few weeks later my husband got laid off. After that it was more hard to live with barely any money we had left. The next day Ling died at the age of eight year old, it tore my heart. I had a discussion with my husband and decided to move back to Asia and take my daughter Ling with me. Its been 35 years since I've been to America. I truly do miss my husband, the sad thing is i don't know if he's still alive. Traveling to America as an immigrant has its ups and downs for some people, and for me it wasn't the best.