My Flag, My Country

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this is a summary of a girl's life as she reviews her life as an immigrant living in new york. her name is senora(nora).

Submitted: February 18, 2010

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Submitted: February 18, 2010

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My Flag, My Country

 

 

It was the spring of 1822, which I will never forget. My birth name was Senora

but, I preferred Nora.  I have heard my mother speaking of coming to America. Oh, yes

America the land of opportunity and hope. I often missed the smell of rye bread baking in our oven. When I boarded the “coffin ship”, I did not expect the smells of dead and dying

people. They were the ones who never had a new start in America. We hardly had any food. I felt weak and I missed home so much. The more I starved, the more I wanted the ship to turn back. But, we could not return.

 

When we arrived, it was not what mother and I had expected. I saw signs that hung in the breeze saying, WE DON’T WANT IRISH WORKERS!  Mother quickly told me to be careful what I say and do. She didn’t have to tell because, I was already thinking that. Mother and I were forced by Americans to live in a cellar. It was cold and harsh.

I remember many infants dying from the conditions. Oh, how we wept and pled to

have plumbing and running water. I wished that one day, everyone would be treated equally.

 

I had lost all hope by coming here. We were given hard work and little pay.

I worked in a factory near the river. The job was tiring and loud machines made it hard for me to hear. Mother began sewing and mending for the rich people. I remember thinking how lucky they were for having mended clothes. Mother had to save everything for the customers so I was left with holes, tears, and old clothes. But, that didn’t really upset me. I was more concerned with my books. I tried to study hard so that I might have gotten a good job.

 

Slowly as time passed, Mother passed on and I began to experience a different America. They treated us like normal citizens. In 1870, St. Patrick’s Day Parade’s became popular. I was very happy that we where now equal, unlike before. I remember celebrating WW1 victories with America. Even now, I recall seeing a red, white, and blue American flag swaying in the New York air. I always see it and it fills me with joy and hope.

Always remember that united we stand, and if we separate, we fall. Think about how we suffered and yet came such a long way. And remember how the flag, filled me with hope. Sometimes, there will be terrible times, but we have to face them. They shape us into what we are today. A united nation.


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