Arriving in America
Landing in New York City
"We did not come through Ellis Island."
“We landed in New York City, August the 17th, 1951. We did not come through Ellis Island. We landed on the Hudson River in New York. My mother’s brother Emory was there to pick us up along with my cousin Marty. My first recollection of the United States was my Uncle Emory drove a Buick convertible. We went down from the Hudson River from the docks down Broadway. It was getting dark and you could see all the lights lighting up on Broadway.”