Welcome to America
In the last quarter of the 19th century millions of newcomers came to America, called immigrants. Most of them immigrated because they were pushed of their countries or pulled into America because of hunger,poverty,religion, and political issues.Example crops didn't grow if it didn't rain and there would be no food .In the 17th and 18th century.People could not go to the grocery store they have farmers to depend on. Sometimes insects destroyed the harvest.Other reasons people moved was because jobs were lost,money was low and land was very expensive.Most immigrants came to America looking for food and a better life. People also came to this country because of chain migration. Chain migration is when one family or family member comes here and settles down. Then they wright letters to their and friends in the old country, telling them that this is a great place and they should move here also.
The story of Edward Corsi
This is about 10 year old Edward Corsi, an Italian immigrant.
"My first impression of the new world will always remain etched into my memory, particularly that hazy steamer Florida fourteen days out of Naples,filled to capacity with 1600 natives of Italy had weathered one of the worst storms in our captains memory;and glad we were, both children and grownups, to leave the open sea and come at last through the narrows into the bay."
"My mother, my stepfather, my brother Giuseppe, and my two sisters, Liberta and Helvetia, all of us together, happy that we had come through the storm safely, clustered on the foredeck for fear of seperation and looked on this miraculous land of our dreams."
"Giuseppe and I held tightly to stepfathers hands, while Liberta and Helvitia clung to my mother. Passengers all above us were crowding against the rail. Jabbered conversations, sharp cries, laugh and cheers -- a steady rising din filled the air. Mothers and fathers lifted up their babies so they could see, far off to the left, the Statue of Liberty...."
"My first impression of the new world will always remain etched into my memory, particularly that hazy steamer Florida fourteen days out of Naples,filled to capacity with 1600 natives of Italy had weathered one of the worst storms in our captains memory;and glad we were, both children and grownups, to leave the open sea and come at last through the narrows into the bay."
"My mother, my stepfather, my brother Giuseppe, and my two sisters, Liberta and Helvetia, all of us together, happy that we had come through the storm safely, clustered on the foredeck for fear of seperation and looked on this miraculous land of our dreams."
"Giuseppe and I held tightly to stepfathers hands, while Liberta and Helvitia clung to my mother. Passengers all above us were crowding against the rail. Jabbered conversations, sharp cries, laugh and cheers -- a steady rising din filled the air. Mothers and fathers lifted up their babies so they could see, far off to the left, the Statue of Liberty...."