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My Personal Migration Story My recorded family history only goes 4 generations back from me. That’s on my mom’s side. On my dad’s side we once tried contacting my great grandmother. Things did not go well, “Leave the dead alone” she says and hangs up. There isn’t much to tell about my ancestors long ago. I’m stuck to telling the stories of those who lived within the past one or two centuries. The farthest back I can think of is when European immigrants came to America. Somewhere one of my ancestors got married and had children. I don’t know who or when or where, so don’t ask. Skip like half a century and you end up with members of the LDS church. After being persecuted in state after state they finally take up on a journey of phenomenal measure. …show more content…
But they populated the other side of the country so, not only was religious freedom achieved but the settlement of the states as well. They continued to settle the surrounding states like colorado and stuff, but it seems that my family stayed in the same place for some reason. I lose track of what happens between that and when my grandparents are born. I know that there were locust storms and presidents and wars. I know that the shape of our country change greatly. That’s about it. My grandparents were born in 1952 or 51. I’m not a hundred percent sure cause every time I ask they give me some cryptic answer like not young enough or 20. I know they both grew up on farms and lived in the same area. How they met I don’t know or ask. My grandpa fought in the the Vietnamese war and to this day suffer from the effects of the chemical Agent Orange. They had five daughters including my mother. My mother grew up went to college and met my dad sometime after. As you may be able to see, my grasp on time lines is very weak. They got married and about a year later had me. We lived in a small apartment and my parents had crappy jobs, in a crappy place. Somehow my dad applied for a job in the state department and got in, despite lacking many of the
113 Encyclopedia Britanica. Chicago, IL. Chicago, 1965. Bitton, Davis & Beecher, Maureen U. New Views of Mormon History. Salt Lake City: University of Utah Press, 1987.
When interviewing my grandmother, she automatically told me how different things were back in the day. She mentioned that she was born in a bedroom rather than a hospital setting. She grew up on a farm with her mother and father, and all of her siblings; I think there was eight all together. Her parents did not have electricity growing up, and they did not have indoor plumbing for the longest time. Her parents were religious, but they did not have the time to go to church. Joyce has always been very dedicated Episcopalian, a form of Christianity. She would have to find ways of transportation herself since her parents could not afford to go. It was almost considered a luxury. She actually met her first husband by going to Church every weekend. She would get a ride to church from family friends, and they had a son who was a few years older than she was. My grandmother, Joyce had become pregnant at the young age of sixteen. This actually is not all that surprising, considering her family was very conservative and sheltered her for the majority of her life. Growing up on the farm she was not even allowed to go into the barn when the cows were giving birth to their
Tobler, Douglas F., and Nelson B. Wadsworth. The History of the Mormons. New York, New York: St. Martin's Press, 1989. Print.
History is a vast collection of stories and perspectives from the beginning of time to the present day. Many people have only cursory knowledge of history and some of its important turning points. Few people stop to think about the experiences of those who lived through that history and what it must have been like during that time. Even fewer may be aware that they may have ancestors who were a part of that history. Through the combined methods of formal genealogy and historical research it is possible to see one’s own past come alive. This paper examines the ancestry of the 21st century history student ad uncovers the connections to past events in North American history.
I am an immigrant well, kind of; I wasn 't born here, but then again I wasn 't raised anywhere else. My parents brought me over when I was a child so they would be the immigrants since they made the decision to come here; I was kind of brought along. The year was 1994, I was 3(three) years old and my family and I had just been offered the opportunity to come to the U.S. my parents took it leaving everything behind. We were one of the lucky ones; our process was clean and simple. My dad worked for a religious organization, the Seventh Day Adventist Union in the Dominican Republic, as a canvasser; he sold books related to health and ministry. I don’t remember anything about those early years, but from that young age my life was impacted by the
My ancestors moved from Canada to America, they started living in the northern areas and worked very hard to earn food. When I was small the life was very good, all the kids of the community used to play and enjoy the time, but as I started growing up I realized that life is not just about playing around. Most of the people in my community do not know the actual meaning of life and they have spent their whole life inside a specific area and with limited knowledge. I started to find opportunities to study and learn more things that no one knows. In my quest for knowledge and curiosity to know the unknown I learned many things.
“No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California.
What if you met the love of your life today? You should smile, because you’ve never been loved so much in your life. But what if they back stabbed you…
When I was assigned to write a paper about a moment, event, or even person, in my life that altered its course forever, ideas started to instantly pop into my head. The divorce of my parents, graduating high school, moving away and going to college; the choices were abundant. However, after giving it some further thought I realized that all of these other impactful moments in my life were in some way connected to, and to a certain extent even caused by, when I moved to America from Guatemala.
I’ve lived in Palestine the first eleven years of my life. I stayed there and went to school
I can to America when I was 6 months old and lived my whole life here, but I do visit my country which is Turkey from time to time. Like everyone else who comes to America, we also came for a better life. I have two sisters and two brothers. When we came to America my brothers went to school and my sisters didn’t. They didn’t go to school here, because back then in our country girls didn’t go to school. They would stay home and help around the house. Boys would go to school and then became the money making of the house. So in my family like I have said my sisters didn’t go to school and worked in factories. So my brothers did, but one of them dropped out of high school to work and the other only finished high school and went straight to work.
Making the decision to leave your country for the better is a very difficult decision. This decision means leaving your family and friends, going somewhere that you have nothing, and possibly endangering your life. Mohsin Hamid describes the difficulties of migration through the novel Exit West. In this novel Hamid follows a young couple migrating out of their home town for safety and a better life. These reasons also apply to real life migration for why people are migrating. Hamid represents the traveling part of migration through these magical doors that leads to another country, depicts learning how to find your way in a new place, and presents the difficulties of countries not wanting migrants.
It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black.
There are two sides to a person’s family and one side of my family has been traced all the way back to slavery. My father’s side of the family originally came from a Georgia plantation. Although my father is Afro-American, his great-great-grandfather was a general who owned slaves. From Georgia my father moved to New Jersey. After settling in New Jersey, my father enlisted in the military and began his life as a military man. My mother’s side of the family is all from Puerto Rico. My grandparents moved my mother and her sister to America when they were very young. They moved to Macedonia, Illinois. When my mother got older she too enlisted in the military as a nurse. My mother met my father while they were both serving in the military in Germany. After they both finished their time in the military, my mother mov...
The union of my parents stands at 37 years. My parents migrated to The United States to better themselves and their families. Their struggle to obtain the “American Dream” instilled family values, and showed my siblings and myself a direct link to education and work. During my childhood, my mother was the first woman to show me what tenacious means. She stood front and center to save her family from becoming victims of society. In order to move her family out of the ghetto, she worked three ...