Dear Cousin Angela, Cousin Angela this place is beautiful.It feels great to be a free women in New York. Although the journey here was rough, it was well worth it. I miss you and the family dearly. I would like the tell you about my endeavor from Italy to Ellis Island. After living in poverty in Italy, I knew it was time to start my journey to Ellis Island. By train I rode hundreds of miles until I found a seaport. There I boarded a steamship, where I was put in the steerage. Many people looked different from me and were talking in tongues. I felt extremely out of place (“Ellis”) The ship reeked and was poorly maintained. Two weeks passed on the ship and then I saw it, the Statue of Liberty. Men came on the ship once we were in the harbor to make sure the ship had no signs of disease. Shortly after the first- and second-class were inspected and quickly processed. Sadly for us third-class civilians
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Knowing basic English I understood what was being said by the officers. Soon I was passed a number identity tag. There was much disarray among the men,women, and children (“The Arrival”)
The path the officers guided us down led to a red brick building. Setting my bag down in what was called the Baggage Room on the ground floor, I felt a sense of home leaving me. My baggage consisted of the family photo album, clothes, bible, and some euros. This was where my bag was left until inspection was done. Next we traveled up the stairs to the Registry Room (“The Ellis”)
Doctors stood on the second floor and watched as we ascended the stairs. Watching the doctors I could tell they were looking to find if people had trouble with walking or other diseases (“The Stairs”). The Registry Room was extravagant, with it being fairly large in size and giant like ceilings. This room was the loudest of all. In the waiting area people formed lines within long metal rails while going through medical and legal inspections (“The
Knowing basic English I understood what was being said by the officers. Soon I was passed a number identity tag. There was much disarray among the men,women, and children (“The Arrival”)
The path the officers guided us down led to a red brick building. Setting my bag down in what was called the Baggage Room on the ground floor, I felt a sense of home leaving me. My baggage consisted of the family photo album, clothes, bible, and some euros. This was where my bag was left until inspection was done. Next we traveled up the stairs to the Registry Room (“The Ellis”)
Doctors stood on the second floor and watched as we ascended the stairs. Watching the doctors I could tell they were looking to find if people had trouble with walking or other diseases (“The Stairs”). The Registry Room was extravagant, with it being fairly large in size and giant like ceilings. This room was the loudest of all. In the waiting area people formed lines within long metal rails while going through medical and legal inspections (“The