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FC: The Misadventures of Owen Leary

1: November 7, 1906 Diary Journal #1 | My name is Owen Leary. I am eleven years old and I am an only child. I was born on the 5th of December in the year of 1895. I was born in Ireland and lived with my mother, Anna Leary. My mother is 36 years old. She has blue eyes as deep as the Irish Sea, and her tousled curly hair is like a golden crown highlighting her beauty. My mother and I are traveling to America to escape religious persecution of penal laws in Ireland. The Catholics in Ireland were discriminated because of their religion. We could not see eye to eye with the Protestants, and in my school they were mocking my religion by making us read the bible. My father was the only person who had a job in the house, and my mother would stay home and do various chores. We could barely afford to pay for clothing, and we could only eat one meal a day due to low income. My father's idea was to go to America, and then bring my mother and I over in a ship. He believes there will be new opportunities in America, and we will overcome poverty. | Family portrait of the Leary family. Owen Leary, bottom. David Leary, middle. Anna Leary, top right. | This is the Irish ogham pendent, passed down to Owen Leary by his great grandmother. The pendent represents the characteristics of love and courage.

2: Diary Journal #2 December 22, 1906 Our ship departed from the docks on a cold winter day, I tucked my frozen hands into my small jacket compartment for warmth, and my face was numb because of the cold winter breeze blowing in. My mother and I were heading towards a land of hopes and dreams. We began our voyage across the Atlantic Ocean with gloomy weather and rough seas. December 23, 1906 Since we could not afford a dear* ticket. We lived under the ship in steerage. There would be sea sickness among passengers, which resulted in a stench of vomit roaming in the air all day and night. We were squeezed into small cabins and forced to sleep on sturdy uncomfortable beds. All night, my mother and I could hear a babby* crying, and praying that they will make it to America safely. The squeaks of cockroaches and rats were acting the maggot*, which made chills run up my spine. Luckily, we were fed 1-2 pounds of pork daily. Rumors were spread that in other ships the steerage passengers were fed barely any food. December 24, 1906 Diseases started to spread rapidly such as scarlet fever and tuberculosis.. The kind nurse regretted her decision to come on the voyage, but she stood strong and rescued countless numbers of children and adults from deadly diseases. When I was on the main deck, I saw a mother dead and her babby* aside her crying. The people in steerage had barely any warm clothing, which resulted in many deaths. These hardships among the passengers were bringing deep anguish to my heart. | Owen Leary's steerage boat ticket. He had this at all times in his small compartment in his worn down jacket. He used it during departure and arrival.

3: December 25, 1906 It was a cold and foggy Christmas morning, and everyone had permission to come to the main deck to celebrate the festive holler*. The ship's crew brought a bag of presents for all the children from their family members at home. Presents were being tossed around me. Soon, a present landed in my arms, and I ran to my mother. I opened it with joy in my heart, and my eyes widened as I saw a delectable mince pie. There was a note attached to the pie that said, "Merry Christmas Owen and Anna. Soon, we will all be together once again". As I read over the letter, all my hardships during the voyage slowly faded away. I tore the mince pie in half and gave a piece to my mother. The sweet smell of the pie made my mother and I cherish each small bite. The night ended with a small ceremony and then we were sent back to our dreadful lives in steerage. | Picture to the left is called the Rotterdam. The boat sailed from 1904 to-1921 until a fatal crash off the shores of Ellis Island. This is the ship Owen Leary and his mother sailed across the Atlantic Ocean to Ellis Island. | Babby:child, Acting the maggot: Messing around, Dear: Expensive, Holler: Holiday

4: My first glimpse of lady liberty brought awe to my eyes. Her rustic torch, which symbolizes sweet liberty, and help to the impoverished, shines brightly in the dark sky. | There were fire works bursting in the midnight sky celebrating the start of a new year. The last step of our journey awaits at Ellis Island. The cabin crew let the first class departure the ship first. Then the 2nd class was let out, and finally, third class left the ship. Soon, my mother and I got off our miserable ship, and felt the cool winter breeze upon us. We stepped on the hard wooden dock, and walked toward Ellis Island. When we walked up the divided stair case, officers were looking at us individually for diseases. A huge crowd of people was bumping into one an other, and waiting to pass the administration test. Quickly, an officer blew his whistle, and everyone got in a | Diary Journal #3, December 31st | A $20 dollar bill kept in Anna's wallet. This was used to get passed the inspection at Ellis Island .

5: Finally, we were sent to the nurses office to check for any diseases. They began checking me in ways that made me uncomfortable. the Doctor stated, "You two are all ready to leave. No diseases have been found within both of you." My mother and I sighed in relief, and headed to a train, which would bring us to freedom after our rough journey. | straight line. Several hours later, a Jewish family of four in front of us was separated. The officer immediately deported the father because he had a deadly disease called trachoma. When the mother and children began screaming for their father, tears left my eyes. Moments later, the young women asked us in a strange manner: "Do you have any money with you?" "Yes, $20,"my mother replied as she showed her the money. The young women inquired, "Is someone meeting you?" "Yes, my husband is waiting for me in New York," "Do you know how to read?" My mother stood nervously, unable to answer. I blurted out, "I can read!" | The Stature of Liberty, it was the first sight that Owen Leary saw when he reached America.

6: Diary Journal #4 I saw filth all over the dingy street. There were gangs of children roaming in the alleys of the textile factories. The stench overwhelmed me, and I started to walk closer to my mother. We walked toward a small tenement on the corner of the street. I walked up the broken steps up to my apartment. When I opened the door, I saw my father sitting in a worn down chair. I ran to him as quickly as I could. I was shedding tears, and I wrapped my hands around him. My mother opened the door, and wrapped her hands around us. My father explained how he had a horrible job, which was low | paying, and he could not find a safer home to live in. Soon, I learned that I have a job at a factory. I opened our rusty door, and began walking toward the factory. When I reached, a tall man in a suit was smoking a cigar, and he gave me a lesson on creating the product. The gruesome smell and the dirty air roaming in the small building was terrible. I sat down in a disturbing chair and was stuck in an uncomfortable position around hundreds of children for | Cook Street in 1906, the dirtiest and busiest street in New York. Where Owen Leary lived in a tenement house.

7: hours. Several hours later, my body were completely worn down, and I got 24 cents from my boss. I rushed out in toward my apartment in great fatigue. When I crossed Cook Street, I saw a family living in Manhattan. The children went to private school, and the parents were lawyers at a university. They were slum lords of New York in a horse carriage while I was walking on my bare feet. In my peripheral vision I saw | a brown leather object fall behind the carriage. I slowly ran over to the other side of the street, hoping no one would catch me, and picked up the object. I gaped at the large quantity of cash in it. I took off sprinting back to my father as quick as I could. When I entered the apartment, I immediately took out the money, and gave it to my father. He stood still in amazement. He grabbed the money, and told us he would start a small business. A few months later, my father was making more money in a day then he has ever made in his entire life. Our family soon left the tenement and headed towards a new life without poverty, and for the first time in my entire life. I finally felt the glory of freedom rushing in my heart. | Wallet dropped from a wealthy family that changes Owen's life.

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