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Family Migration Considering the fact that I am of African American decent my family has mostly lived in the United States since the early 1800s. So, rather than speak of that long journey I choose to speak of the adventures of my mother and I. My mom was born on July 12th, 1980 in South Bend, Indiana. She was raised in Indianapolis and Evansville until the age of nine, when she moved to Phoenix, Arizona right before her tenth birthday. Skipping through her teenage years when she was 22 she moved from Arizona because she had me. Before moving to Georgia (GA) we’d lived near my dad and his side of the family in South Carolina for six years. Then, we migrated by car and U-Haul, as per usual, to Duluth, GA in December 2009 when I was 6
The United States is a country known for its variation of nationalities and ethnic races. After extensive research, and questioning I discovered that my ancestors originated from Norway and Switzerland. My family migrated to the United States in the late 1800’s from Norway due to social, economic, and religion reforms as well as, a surplus in the population. Learning of my ancestor’s migration to America has very much influenced my views on the existing immigration problems that the U.S. currently faces.
I was born in Walnut Creek, California on a hot summer afternoon in the year of 1996. When I was only a few weeks old, my mother left my father for good
Many people in search of a better life and future for their families have immigrated to America. America is an extremely diverse nation with people from many different races and ethnic backgrounds. America is viewed as the melting pot of the world as throughout generations, people from all over the world have immigrated to America with similar goals. Immigration is a process most Americans have a close connection with. It is extremely likely that someone in your family immigrated at some point in time. Origins can be distant and for this reason the process and reasoning for immigrating can vary greatly.
The American dream is a goal many hope to live. This desire dream of many individuals includes a hardship, and dedication. The United States represents freedom to many immigrants who fought for a better way of life. America has been a nation of immigrants, starting with its original inhabitants, who left their homelands for a chance to start a new life. According to an article by Gilder Lehrman Institute, over the past 400 years immigrants have escaped to America for many reasons. In the article some reasons for their escapes from their homes was due to war; others for the freedom to practice the religion of their choice. Freedom is the key in America, and the pursuit of happiness, which many fought to be part of. Many immigrants take long journeys for the economic opportunities. Even after thousands of years of immigration history America is still the land of the free, and the country where many can accomplish their American Dream.
United States usually known as the “melting pot” and it is a typical immigrant country. In the past 400 years, United States has become a mixture of more than 100 ethnic groups. Immigrants bring they own dream and come to this land, some of them looking for better life for themselves and some want to make some money to send back home or they want their children to grow up in better condition. Throughout the history there’s few times of large wave of immigration and it is no exaggeration to say that immigrants created United States. For this paper I interview my neighbor and his immigration story is pretty interesting.
I interview my father who arrive to the united states from Mexico The major problem that motive my father to migrate to the U.S.A were as he mention on pages (1-2) was an economically problem has he said since he was a child he grew up in a farm with his parents and brothers and sisters and had many struggles since the only one that work was his father. My grandfather did all he could to give him an education and a better life that he had that’s the same idea he view for me when he become a father he was young and money was like the priority to care for the necessary that a child has, but to get money you need to have a job. With salary he earned at my grandfather farm he knew was not enough to support himself and a child and he could get any better job since he had not yet finish school so the only job he probably might had was a job that pay the same he was been pay at my grandfather farm.
When you think about your family history and how far you can follow your family history back to the first time they arrived in the U.S you would be pretty amazed. When I start back to my family history on both of my parents side I can go as far back as my great-great grandparents on both sides. On my mom side her great grandmother was from a Caribbean island she later came to the U.S. because of my great-great grandfather wanted to live in Mississippi to work there to earn more money. Later my great grandfather and grandmother moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan with my grandfather who was from Michigan. My grandfather parents lived in the south when he was younger. But my grandfather’s great-great grandparents where slaves who were run a ways
My life before I was affected by my pornography addiction, was a much more simple and productive time. I was able to focus my time and effort on the things that actually mattered. Whether it was spending extra time studying for my classes, or putting in the extra work for my athletics. I was more focused on my relationships with people and was not spending long periods of time at my home by my self. My life in general was going very well. The Israelites had just left their home land in search for a even better life in Egypt. They thought that their life was also going pretty well and life seemed to be looking up. Egypt was supposedly a great new land for the people.
It is through the events in the journey of life that shapes and molds who we are as people. As for me, immigrating to America was one of those milestones that have shaped who I am. Those who have had the opportunity of moving from a different country to America know what a privilege it is. I felt the same honor to know that I would be journeying to the land of opportunity. Without hesitance, I spent the last two months packing and making the final preparations before moving to a new continent. Although it was a bittersweet time, leaving my beloved family behind, I knew that I couldn’t resist the treasure that waited for me in the new land. Coming from a developing nation the high level of sophistication that greeted me on arrival to America made feel like I was in paradise.
My family is originally from Kenya; it is the country located in the East of the African continent that borders the Indian Ocean. Kenya has diversity in its natural beauty with visitors getting the opportunity to visit clean unpolluted beaches, breath taking mountains, beautiful forests, serene lakes, scenic wilderness and even some harsh semi desert areas. I migrated to USA through an opportunity my dad winning green card this day I will never forget. I remember it was January 17 year 2000. When my dad came home earlier than usual, this was odd for him, he used to work in the coffee factory so he would live home in the morning dawn and arrive late in the evening.
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There are two sides to a person’s family and one side of my family has been traced all the way back to slavery. My father’s side of the family originally came from a Georgia plantation. Although my father is Afro-American, his great-great-grandfather was a general who owned slaves. From Georgia my father moved to New Jersey. After settling in New Jersey, my father enlisted in the military and began his life as a military man. My mother’s side of the family is all from Puerto Rico. My grandparents moved my mother and her sister to America when they were very young. They moved to Macedonia, Illinois. When my mother got older she too enlisted in the military as a nurse. My mother met my father while they were both serving in the military in Germany. After they both finished their time in the military, my mother mov...
My family and family history starts like most people’s. Two people fell in love, they had kids, their kids had kids and so on and so forth. But where we come from and who we are, is a completely different story. From our European roots, to the mixing of our blood once my family migrated to America, my family is quite complex but one that I am proud of and love greatly.
From Jacmel, Haiti my step- father immigrated to America at the young age of eighteen, my mother followed suit in 1994 pregnant with me. As a