Ellis Island
I walked noislessly through the market, listening to the nearly silent whispers that were surrounding me. The daily conversations of the Polish citizens still consisted of the New World, even though Ellis Island has been accepting immigrants for over 62 years. It seems like an amazing place. A place where the streets are paved with gold, and poverty was a word that simply wasn't in the Americans vocabulary. Ellis Island was the “Isle of Hope,” and it was every person's dream to start off a new life there. I shook the thoughts from my head as I exited the crowded marketplace with two ripened tomatoes in my hand.
It didn't take very long to get home. In our village, all of the houses and small marketplaces were in small sections of space, every building was within 10 minutes walking time.
“Adalaide!” Mother yelled as I walked through the door, which was nearly falling off the hinges. …show more content…
Our food we'd brought with us on the trip to the seaport was gone and the small portions of food they were feeding us on the boat simply wasn't enough. We had somewhat warm soup, mostly broth. The soup was bland and you were lucky if you found a small lump of potato floating at the top. The soup was served with a small piece of bread, and may I add, no butter.
We hadn't found much in the trashcans, just small bones from the t-bone steaks they were rumored to have. Sometimes you could get lucky and find a small piece of meat, but that's only happened once, and the young, frail girl and her brother that we shared a room with probably needed it much more than myself, but I wouldn't say the same for Mother.
She rarely spoke and when she did it came out in a soft whisper. She was looking awfully sick these days, leaving me to take care of my brother and my sister. Which I didn't mind, Mother deserved to have a break and with the way she's been, she defiantly needed
I walked noislessly through the market, listening to the nearly silent whispers that were surrounding me. The daily conversations of the Polish citizens still consisted of the New World, even though Ellis Island has been accepting immigrants for over 62 years. It seems like an amazing place. A place where the streets are paved with gold, and poverty was a word that simply wasn't in the Americans vocabulary. Ellis Island was the “Isle of Hope,” and it was every person's dream to start off a new life there. I shook the thoughts from my head as I exited the crowded marketplace with two ripened tomatoes in my hand.
It didn't take very long to get home. In our village, all of the houses and small marketplaces were in small sections of space, every building was within 10 minutes walking time.
“Adalaide!” Mother yelled as I walked through the door, which was nearly falling off the hinges. …show more content…
Our food we'd brought with us on the trip to the seaport was gone and the small portions of food they were feeding us on the boat simply wasn't enough. We had somewhat warm soup, mostly broth. The soup was bland and you were lucky if you found a small lump of potato floating at the top. The soup was served with a small piece of bread, and may I add, no butter.
We hadn't found much in the trashcans, just small bones from the t-bone steaks they were rumored to have. Sometimes you could get lucky and find a small piece of meat, but that's only happened once, and the young, frail girl and her brother that we shared a room with probably needed it much more than myself, but I wouldn't say the same for Mother.
She rarely spoke and when she did it came out in a soft whisper. She was looking awfully sick these days, leaving me to take care of my brother and my sister. Which I didn't mind, Mother deserved to have a break and with the way she's been, she defiantly needed