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My grandmother's great grandfather, or my great, great, great grandfather,Ludwig Werle, immigrated from the Ukraine to Canada. He most likely immigrated in the very early nineteen hundreds.When he left to go to Canada, his first wife did not want to leave and stayed in the Ukraine. Ludwig immigrated alone and met and married someone named Bertha. Not too long after this, his first wife , who originally stayed in the Ukraine, came. Therefore, Ludwig Werle is recorded in Lagenburg, Saskatchewan for having two wives.
My dad's father and his sister decided to come to America by themselves when they were 13 and 14. They both wanted opportunities and were tired of living in Germany. Two things about this are interesting; first of all, this was right before the Holocaust began to take action, and they were both Jewish Germans. They could have been killed, but by coming to America they probably saved their own lives. Also, the two of them assimilated to the American way of life very easily... or at least they wanted to. So each day when they came home, they would both practice speaking without their German accents in front of a mirror for hours and hours. This led to both of them mastering talking like Americans, and it led to one of my grandfather's future jobs as a comedian who impersonated people. My dad said he could make people laugh hysterically with his impressions because he had become a great dialect and could do any accent perfectly while telling his jokes. Unfortunately, I didn't get to meet my grandfather because he passed away a long time ago, but he seems like he was a very funny and great person. This is who I am doing my "Bread Givers" project on.
My father immagrated from Turkey to the United States when he was in his early twenties. He used to tell me stories about when he first came, but stopped when I got older. But in the few stories that I remember, he would always tell me about how he always found someone to stay with. He said that he knew how to play a few instruments so everyone wanted him to stay with them so he could play, (although I'm not sure if this is true or not because he only knows how to play the piano and, frankly, he is not very good at it.) He, like all the men from my dad's side of the family (except for one cousin) worked at a gas station.
My mother is also an immagrant, but not coming to America, but going to Turkey. Her stories I remember much better. When she got married to my father they were going to move to Turkey and raise a family. My mother, at first, did not like the idea because she knew no one over there and she had two horses that she would have to sell in order to move. But soon enough, she went with my father and they moved to Turkey. She told me that it was basically horrible. She hated the smelly, crowded city in which they lived and since she did not know how to speak Turkish the only job she could get was to work for my grandmother in sewing parts of clothing together, (She went to school for fashion, so this was not a very exciting joobfor her.) At night she would take Turkish classes to learn the language, and all the time she felt like she never got enough support from my father. So soon, she decided to come back to America for a visit. A little while later, she called my father telling him that she was not going back to Turkey and that she was moving back to the US. So my father once again, packed up his things and immagrated back to the USA. Soon, they would have their first child (my sister) and they would change there last name so it was easier to say. And that is how my parents are known as Nicole and Irfan Aras instead of Arasouglu.
Margaret Jane Lennon Slaiven Macis was my mother's mother, or better known as my Granny from Scotland. My Granny and Grandfather moved to America in their early 30's. My Grandfather, Peter Macis, worked in the coal mines, was a meesenger in World War 2, and was a great soccer player. I love soccer, many of my relatives play the sport and my cousin Tony Macis played for Dundee United FC. I come from a long line of soccer players. But anyways, what makes my Grandfather somewaht unique is that He played for Manchester United FC for a little while. A boy named Jimmy Johnson used to carry his cleats for him and all of my Grandfather's sports equitment. Jimmy Johnson grew up to be an amazing soccer player himnself in Scotland. Jimmy Johnson was really good friends with my family until he died from cancer. My Grandfather although played for one of the most well known teams in the world, still had other jobs because back then, playing professional soccer didnt pay your rent or feed your family. So my Grandfather ultimitly left behingd his soccer career and country to try and make money and live in America where he moved to with his wife and sister-in-laws. I think it was pretty cool my Grandfather played for Manchester United FC and Jimmy Johnson used to carry his cleats!
The great depresion had just hit, and the father and uncle of my Italian ancestors had just died of disease. There were only the mother, the kids which included 5 brothers, and the 1 sister. Even though the circumstances were added up, she did not colapse. She took any kind of work she would get. She would sow, cook, clean, and do anything to put food on the table. They developed excellent survival skills, and worked insainly hard. The brothers would steal coal from the train to keep the house warm. They also worked several jobs at the factory and at jobs set up by the government. They saved their money and set up several buisnesses that helped some of them become millionaires! They made it and it took years and years of sweat and strength.
My Grandfather lived in Germany until he was 2. At that age him and his father left for America right before World war II started however his sister and his mother decided to stay. Like most all German christians they were motivated by hitlers idea for a new Germany. There is this infamous story that travels through my family that as a young baby my grandfathers sister, my aunt Elenor was kissed on the forehead by Hitler. Like in the pictures of the thousands of people with their children and Hitler would come over and kiss their heads my aunt elenor was one of those children. So an interesting story from the niehoff side.
My grandparents both grew up and were raised in Poland. During world war two, they met in Germany and eventually got married and started a family there. Two of my aunts were born in Germany, although we are not German, and later on my mom and uncle were born in the US. After the war was over, they immigrated to the United States in hope of living a better life style. My grandmother spoke very little English and mostly Polish so immigration was a challenge. My grandparents died at a young age but for the most part did live a better lifestyle in the U.S. while they were here.
Back during World War II one of my relatives on my dads side was a German officer on a submarine. He spent most of his military carreer on the submarine. After the war ended, his crew and himself returned back to Germany and left right after he returned. He and his family fled to canada. Nobody in my family really knows how my family on my dads side came into the US. Although on my moms side her family has been in th United States for over two hundred. My great grandmother actually created a family tree going back two hundred years and found out that my family is actually realated to William Penn. William Penn was the founder of Pennsylvania.
All the way back into my family roots is a passenger of the Mayflower who was predicted to immigrate to America around the years of 1595- 1599. His name is George Soule. He came to America on the Mayflower as a servant for the Edward Winslow family. Sometime before 1626 at Plymouth he married Mary Buckett who he had nine children with. Through research, I also discoved an interesting fact that both of the actors Dick Van Dyke and Richard Gere are also descendants of George Soule.
My father's grandparents lived in Hungary in the early 1900's, at the start of World War 1. When Hungary was annexed by my dad's uncle convinced his parents to go to Germany. They moved there and lived there untill the end of the war. They immigrated to America before the start of World War 2. My father's great aunt was smuggled into East Berlin across the Berlin wall during World War 2. She later met up with the rest of her family in East Orange. My dad's uncle opened an upholstery business and was very sucsessful.
My grandma was an airline stuartis for Air Canada, she was on a trip do bermuda when they had to stay on a lay over. She had to stay there on layover for about three days, at this time she met my opa (german grandpa) who was on the us.s navy, i think he was stationed at bermuda. they met somewhere and then i guess exchanged like phone numbers or something. Im guessing they dated for a while before she came here, she then moved to massapequa, ny, where my mom and her 5 siblinigs were born. Both my grandma and opa past away a couple months apart from eachother in 2005. my other grandpa was born in portugal and came here, i dont know much about his journey, he also died in 2005 between the deaths of my nanny and opa, unfortunatly there were 3 deaths in a course of 4 months.
one of my great uncles was an immigrant from irealand, and he came here with his whole family, mothers and fathers side of the family. from what i heard from my grandfather immigration process was stressful and hard to pass not many were aloud in you would have to be healthy and with money. my great uncle sister was not aloud in becuase she was sick and she immigrrated into america two years later to rejoin the family
My ancestors all came to America from Italy. One of my ancestors (i'm not sure his name) came through Ellis Island. There he changed out last name from Franchino to Franklin. If our name was not changed in Ellis Island, today my last name would be Franchino. Some of my ancestors, Nicola and Theresa came from Italy too. They had eight kids. Only two of them Came to America, but some immigrated to Argentina which has an Italian population.
My family memebers came to the United States from Norway. They came with no money and only spoke Norwegian. My family did whatever it took to learn English and before they knew it they were not only speaking Norwegian, but English as well. One family member came over to the United States with only his daughter, while another brought the whole family. Bringing only some of your family to the United States while leaving the rest behind must have been very hard.
My grandmother decided to come to the United states at the age of 19. She came over here for a better job oppurtunity. So far she is the only one of her 16 brothers and sisters to immigrate to the US. She found a job in Fairlawn Nj. She worked as a secretary under my grandfather, her boss. But at that time,neither of them knew that they would get married
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