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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…
They build handcarts and pile all their essential belongings on them. Most weigh around 100 pounds. Only the sick and weak got to ride in the few wagons that they had. Dozens died during and after the trip.
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
advantages of other applicants. After I think we moved to Alexandria, Virginia when I was three.. We were assigned to go to Indonesia, but Samuel had just been born and was not legally or physically capable of traveling overseas. So went back to Utah to chill with my grandparents till sam turned two. My father though went on to our new “home”. We moved there later that year, and left nearly a year and a half later. Because both my parents knew spanish we almost immediately got our post to Bogota, Columbia. Once again we lived there for a year and a half then returned to the states, this time to Silver Springs, Maryland. We lived there for I think is 3 years. There Joseph was born and we left soon after to Miami, Florida to work a joint op with the Military, Department of State and Honduras’s government. I lived there miserably for like two years. After my dad took the mandatory one year post in Kabul, Afghanistan. First he had to learn Arabic so we moved to Falls Church, Virginia to learn Dari. I was there for one school year. When he left for the other side of the world we went to Utah again bought a house and lived there. For one year it was one of the best and worst times of my life. Since his return I ended up here. I plan to live here till the end of the school year and continue on my personal story of migration.
Conversely, the most recent period of genealogical study has embraced a more inclusive agenda. A renewing of history from the bottom up has taken hold and influenced modern American genealogical studies. Furthermore, the field has become increasingly commercialized. Moreover, modern influences in the field led to the popularization of websites such as ancestry.com and “novelized histories” like the television series Roots. These mechanisms bring once neglected people groups to the
Throughout time, family dynamics continually adapt to fit an always changing society. Using the sociological imagination, I can analyze my family’s history to understand the shift between Puritan farming life to the Industrial Era to the modern-day family I live in now.
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.
From my childhood I’ve been only popular by being the only native american in the whole elementary school, though I was born as any regular modern american. Around those years, I’ve been doing my own research of what kind of native american am I. In my search, I have only looked into a fog of confusion about myself, until my parents told me that my religion is navajo culture, which were only the basics were what I gotten out from my parents. Even so I was only interested in finding out about what kind of religion I was part of, so I didn’t continue my search about the topic of Navajo tribe. As years passed on, it was the start of high school when I moved to New Mexico, the birthplace where all navajo culture is popular and recognized by any race there. Having to be intrigued by that, I wanted to learn more of my heritage, including the events that are part of my religion, like I had back in my childhood with the meetings, pow wows, visiting a medicine man for prayer or to be healed. Though through the excitement I have learned that they don’t really do as much of those events like they did in the later years of my childhood. It was either the weather wasn’t right or some other family problem that everyone doesn’t want to be part of, but
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
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.
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.
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.
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…
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.
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 ...