This is the house my Mother was born in, in Pohorela Slovakia. It may very well have been the house HER mother was born in and HER mother before that. I have no way of knowing.
Immigrating to a new country can be very daunting,especially as a child. My mom was 6 years old when my grandfather sent for his wife and her, to make the long trip by boat across the Atlantic, to their new home in Sault Ste Marie, Canada.
My mother shared some stories before she passed away 2 years ago. She remembered that her mother was sick in their small cabin the entire voyage and that she was taken care of ( along with other children) by another responsible adult. She shared that she had one suitcase with her and a rag doll in her hands. I'm sure this immigrant story is typical of many immigrant stories, regardless of cultural background or time of immigration. Refugees still migrate to North America, in hope of a better life for themselves and their children. I oftentimes think about how frightening and strange that all must have been at first. There were no English classes in school way back then in the 1920's. Right up until the end of their difficult lives, my maternal grandmother and grandfather spoke ( very) broken English. We feasted on our cultural favorite foods right up until the end. I still cook some of them myself today. When upset or stressed out , a big warm bowl of kapusta and potatoes ! always does the trick to cheer me up. It feels like "home" in some strange, com
Do you have a poignant story to share about someone who immigrated to North America in your family ? its through telling stories that we all get to understand each other a bit better. AHOJ !
Immigrating to a new country can be very daunting,especially as a child. My mom was 6 years old when my grandfather sent for his wife and her, to make the long trip by boat across the Atlantic, to their new home in Sault Ste Marie, Canada.
My mother shared some stories before she passed away 2 years ago. She remembered that her mother was sick in their small cabin the entire voyage and that she was taken care of ( along with other children) by another responsible adult. She shared that she had one suitcase with her and a rag doll in her hands. I'm sure this immigrant story is typical of many immigrant stories, regardless of cultural background or time of immigration. Refugees still migrate to North America, in hope of a better life for themselves and their children. I oftentimes think about how frightening and strange that all must have been at first. There were no English classes in school way back then in the 1920's. Right up until the end of their difficult lives, my maternal grandmother and grandfather spoke ( very) broken English. We feasted on our cultural favorite foods right up until the end. I still cook some of them myself today. When upset or stressed out , a big warm bowl of kapusta and potatoes ! always does the trick to cheer me up. It feels like "home" in some strange, com
Do you have a poignant story to share about someone who immigrated to North America in your family ? its through telling stories that we all get to understand each other a bit better. AHOJ !
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