Could you tell me again about what it was like immigrating here?
Oma? We're doing a project in school.
Of course Blume. Now if my memory serves me right it was August 18, 1920 when our boat arrived in NY.
It was two years after the war and, I decided to leave my home in Germany and start a new life here in America. I remember the overwhelming feeling of excitement and slight fear as we passed the Lady Liberty and came closer to port.
I had a cousin who was raised in the states. He had an apartment in the city and allowed me to stay with him until I got on my feet. I was so grateful for him because this offerd me the opportunity to start looking for employment.
I got a job as a coin counter a few weeks after I had moved in. It wasn't much but the hours weren't terrible and the pay wasn't terrible. A few of the other girls there didn't like that they had to work with an immigrant but I did make one good friend with an African American woman. Your Großtante Sarah to be exact.
One night a few weeks after I had started working there I was cornered by some men. They were the husbands of three of the women I worked with. Apparently it didn't sit well with them that their wives were working with an immigrant. They shoved me and I fell to the ground. that's when your Opa found us and him being the big tall german he was, was able to scare the men away.
I found he lived in the apartment building next to mine and worked as a tailor in the shop across the street from my own job. Needless to say he convinced me to let him escort me to and from work.
As time went on there were only a few other occasions like that night and we ended up getting married. two years after our wedding we had your Mama and moved into a house outside the city.