Personal Narrative: My Migration Story Of My Family

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Migration is a big part of a family’s traditions, culture and overall background, but so many people have no idea where their past ancestors have originated from. I have done some reasearch on my migration story and have gotten the opportunity to learn some interesting things I did not know about my family. All of my great grandparents from my mother’s side of the family have originated from Germany. My grandma’s father’s name was Otto Nawrocki and he was a hard working military man who served in WW2. His wife was that of Erma Luis, a stay at home mom and mother of four. They left Germany and the harsh dictatorship of Adolf Hitler in a boat headed to America, the land of the free. I could not imagine fighting against your home country and all

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