Stories tagged "Immigration": 54
Stories
Buttermilk Bottom Neighborhood
"Buttermilk Bottom was a, a ghetto area. So, totally, you know, a black area. Dilapidated buildings. I remember one day--my dad was telling me that this young kid came into the store and tried to steal some food. My dad stopped him and asked…
The Evian Conference
"And one of the blackest crimes in all history--begun by the Nazis in the days of peace, and multiplied by them a hundred fold in the time of war-- the wholesale systematic murder of the Jews of Europe-- goes on unabated every…
Maria's Return
"They were notified by the same agency that helped them resettle. When word came back to the Americans in Berlin, a communication was sent out to my grandfather, and my father flew up to New York to meet his mother.
I know that while they…
Becoming Citizens
"They went through what was then, at least in the state of Georgia, “Americanism” classes to prepare them, along with some other people that had also come from Germany as well, to prepare them for citizenship. Both my grandfather, my father, and…
Immigration to the United States
"[My grandfather, father, and aunt] tried to get help from the American authorities, but the Americans had no knowledge about what was happening either, and if they did, they probably even couldn’t say because the relationship between the…
Survival in Shanghai
"I don’t know if he was able to be in contact—if my grandfather was able to be in contact with his brother in Shanghai. They never really said. When I spoke with Kurt’s sons, I never really got a sense that they stayed in contact. Now, Kurt’s…
Window of Opportunity
"I believe [my father's family] thought that this would all pass, you know. Because there had been anti-Semitism before. It was kind of underlying in the culture, but no one ever thought that this would really come to pass. And their…
Grandparents' Relationship
"My grandfather was a very quiet man, kind of passive. He always kind of had that glint in his eyes like he had a joke he wanted to tell but never got permission to do it, and my grandmother who was maybe five-foot-two, five-foot-three, she…
Mother's Immigration
"[She decided to immigrate] about three years [after she and my father met]. In 1957, she came to stay and seek employment here, and then they were married in ’59.
She did not [become a citizen], and she was very proud of that fact. She had…
Meeting in Atlanta
"[My parents] met here in the U.S. in 1954, when my mother came on holiday to visit from London.
And they were introduced by mutual friends at a concert at Atlanta Symphony Hall, and that’s how they first met.
My father [Helmuth Jacobi]…