Thank you very much Tim.
]]>Fantastic story, Fr.
]]>Then, late at night, we were finally released. Somehow (I don’t remember how) we got to Grand Central and boarded a train. Being from Holland I was familiar with trains and we started a long trip to Chicago and then Minneapolis. It took three or four days as I recall in a Vista-Dome, the train with a glass dome. Coolest thing I had ever seen in all of my six years. I still pity my mom though. I could never sleep sitting up (still can’t) and she had to move to another seat next to a stranger just so I could lay down to sleep.
We finally arrived in Minneapolis where some people met us. (We were sponsored by Hennepin Avenue Methodist Church in Minneapolis.) They all spoke a strange language, my father would translate (he knew English and French) and they took us to our house. I remember crawling into the back seat of an old Buick and being swallowed up inside of it. It was the first time I had ever been in a car. It was quite the adventure.
Within a month we had mastered English, and from then on whenever my mom took the bus downtown, I became her translator.
I love Ellis Island. I think it is sacred ground (I think Appomattox is too) but we Americans don’t really understand that concept. Still, every time I go there I am moved to my soul. My family bought a brick to aid in the restoration and our family name is in the register. I am very proud of that.
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