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http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/immigration-statistics.htm http://demo.lutherproductions.com/historytutor/basic/modern/stories/19-cent-migrate-na.htm http://library.thinkquest.org/20619/Italian.html http://www.wisconsinhistory.org/turningpoints/tp-018/?action=more_essay http://www.tccweb.org/immigration.htm

http://www3.cesa10.k12.wi.us/explore-WI/people/18-19.htm the paragraph above is from this website under italian Andria means love and joy.

PAGE 1. Ciao, or as you say it hello. My name is Andria, and I am from Italy. I am a 7 year old girl and I have blonde hair and tan skin with big blue eyes. America is very different than where i used to live, and i was scared to leave my own country at first, but now I am happy.

Page 2. My name in Italian means love and joy, and that is how much i loved italy. Then, something went wrong, and I didn't know what. My parents and my younger 3 year old brother, Mario, all of a sudden had to leave. My parents and I packed up our things clothes and left our small, little house that I loved.

Page 3. Our home was in the perfect little town. It was small but mad of brick. It had two windows in the front and a nice wooden door too. It was only one floor but had just enough room for a family of four. I played in it all the time. Mario and I had to leave things behind, and when I learned that we have our leaving Italy, I thought about what about school and Language, and where are we going?

Page 4. I found out that it wasn't only our family that was leaving. There were many italians leaving and I found out why. There was many problems occurring with the religion. People also didn't like the growing condition for crops and such. People decided they didn't like it and they were leaving. We were all moving to America, the problem is I didn't know english.

Page 5. I knew that learning a different language would be hard. I know that getting to america will be hard. My family is immigrating. That means that my family, and many other families are moving to a country that isn't where we were officially born. When people immigrate, it is usually to stay at the country for a while, or even for the rest of your life. Page 6. The boat was very big. There were mant people on the boat. Some looked very rich and proper, and others looked poor. Many families were in the middle though, just like us. There were people who brought many things with them, and people who brought almost nothing at all. Page 7. The boat ride was horrible. The food supply was divided by how much each day. To start off, everyone was healthy and fine, but things change. People actually died on this boat. They died because of hunger or because they got sick. That is hard. My little brother would always say that he is hungry, and my mom would give him some of her food. She got a little sick too Page 8. I was hungry too. The boat ride over was a place where many people can die. I had people all around me dieing. They caught a disease, and that disease was easily spread. The name of that disease is conjunctivitis. Page 9. The boat ride was very long, longer than I expected. I wish we didn't have to leave, because I miss my home. When we finally got to America, everything was different. Many people went to many different towns. There were also many different people there, with different languages and looks. Page 10. America is a country that has many different parts, or what you call here states. At the time, not all 50 states were created. It depends on what time period in the 1800's it was. Page 11. There were people from all different places like Germany, Ireland, and Austria-Hungary. One main problem about this is language. Everyone speaks something different. That is why when we got to america, many people stayed with the same group of people that spoke the same language and that was from there own country. Page 12. All the people were now in this same group of language. All different people moved to live all across the country, from farm lands of New Jersey and places of California to the ports, were the boats come and go, of San Francisco and New Orleans. Page 13. My family and I, of course moved with the group of people that were italian. We settled in this place call Genoa and it was in wisconsin. All of the italians put hard work into it and made it just like italy. I loved it, because now my whole family was around me, we were healthy, and we were all with people that were like us. Page 11. SInce there are so many cultures in America because of where the people immigrated, people made there towns differently depending on where they are from. They buil;d churches with their own religion, they build homes like how they were in their own country. Many people felt like they were home, but a better home. Page 12. Since I am in one of the families that immigrated, i am happy tyo tell my story. It was hard for me to leave my home that i grew up in, my friends that i have known for a while, and just my own country alone. Now that I moved here i have learned knew things. I have been strong for my family and i believe that my parents did this so that me and mario had a better life. Mario and I now go to school. I am learning english as best as i can. Page 13. The cool thing is, when i am older i will know two languages, english and italian. I really can't believe that at first in the 1850's, there were less than 4,0000 italians that moved into the United States. Then, when my family moved in the 1880'sthere were over 44,000 italians. It just shows that we left at the right time, right before many of those others came here. Page 14. Obviuosly, my own country was falling apart, and many people did exactly what my parents did. I am happy now, my family is happy now, and now mario and I learn english as my new 1 year old sister Carlina learsn to walk in her new home country of america. Carlina means a free person in italian names and that is exactly what she is. Page 15. We go to church every weekend and pray and thank god for allowing us to live and survive the horrible travel over here. I do miss Italy. It was so warm and fun,. but here in america I feel safe with the others around me.

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otthersss .... http://lcweb2.loc.gov/learn/features/immig/italian3.html http://memory.loc.gov/learn/features/immig/italian2.html http://www.mohonasen.org/dmslib/immigration.htm