I remember when we moved from Ohio to the big city of New York. That was back in 1928; I had just turned twelve. The city was huge. Never in my life had I seen buildings this large. They were so big they actually appeared to touch the sky.
Father saw New York as a better opportunity. He hoped to get a better job there than the mechanics shop he worked at in Ohio.
Mother didn’t want to leave. She complained that Adam couldn’t handle the journey. She thought we should stay until he at least turned three.
They argued about it for a few days and finally turned to me, for my opinion.
I grew up in Ohio, it was the only place I knew; leaving would definitely feel strange, but I was an adventurous type and only mulled over the decision for a few minutes. We left a week later, on a warm windy day in August. …show more content…
He slept the majority of the ride, only crying for the first hour. Father continually talked about his big plans, while mother listened to him eagerly. Once she was on the road my father’s ideas and the big city began to grow on her.
I sat in the back of the car, watching the scenery flit by, occasionally glancing up to see a cattle farm or a field of wheat. Most of the ride I thought about our new home. Will the house be nice? Will I have friends? What will happen if I don’t like the city? All I knew was that New York City was a big place with a lot of people. The more I thought about it the more nervous I became.
The apartment we were living in was smaller than anything I was used to. There was a living room and a kitchen basically on top of each other, a doorway leading to a bathroom, and another one leading into a small hallway, a bedroom on each side.
I immediately hated our new home. The house we had in Ohio was so much better than this dingy apartment. You could hear the neighbors talking in the room beside you, and it was always noisy with all of the people constantly out and
Father saw New York as a better opportunity. He hoped to get a better job there than the mechanics shop he worked at in Ohio.
Mother didn’t want to leave. She complained that Adam couldn’t handle the journey. She thought we should stay until he at least turned three.
They argued about it for a few days and finally turned to me, for my opinion.
I grew up in Ohio, it was the only place I knew; leaving would definitely feel strange, but I was an adventurous type and only mulled over the decision for a few minutes. We left a week later, on a warm windy day in August. …show more content…
He slept the majority of the ride, only crying for the first hour. Father continually talked about his big plans, while mother listened to him eagerly. Once she was on the road my father’s ideas and the big city began to grow on her.
I sat in the back of the car, watching the scenery flit by, occasionally glancing up to see a cattle farm or a field of wheat. Most of the ride I thought about our new home. Will the house be nice? Will I have friends? What will happen if I don’t like the city? All I knew was that New York City was a big place with a lot of people. The more I thought about it the more nervous I became.
The apartment we were living in was smaller than anything I was used to. There was a living room and a kitchen basically on top of each other, a doorway leading to a bathroom, and another one leading into a small hallway, a bedroom on each side.
I immediately hated our new home. The house we had in Ohio was so much better than this dingy apartment. You could hear the neighbors talking in the room beside you, and it was always noisy with all of the people constantly out and