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Happy Birthday!!
My name is Axel Walker, I was born May 28, 1832. I was born in to an average middle class family in Great Britain. My siblings, my parents, and myself worked in factories. Our appetites were too large for our paychecks. However, with all of us working, we got by. -
Life
I have worked all day in the factory. The factory I work in makes shoes. My job is to feed lether through the machine and make sure it does not jammed. I work about ten hours every day and get paid minimumy wage. The rest of my family have diffrent jobs, only three of us work in factories. My family and I live in a small apartment with two rooms. My family includs my mom and dad, me, and my two brothers. -
America?
We are all sitting and eating dinner, a real rarity, when my dad says," What do you know about America?". "Not mutch why", is my mother's reply. "One of the guys that I work with, is moving his family over there. He says that it is beutiful and rich, a good place to build a new life". "Are saying you want us to move there?". "Yea it will be good, a better life". Our house with silence for the rest of the night. -
Big Boat
It has been decided that we will move to America. We saved up for five tickets. We packed up all of our belongings and boarded the ship to America. It will take about a month to get to America. I will miss my old home and my friends. On the bright side I won't have to learn a completly diffrent language. My father does not know where we will live, he says thats the glory of America, there is so mutch room. -
It's Cold
The first thing I see is the Statue Of Liberty it is magnifecent and welcoming. It is freezing cold when our boat docks atEllis Island , even with out thickest coats on we are cold. We walk down a long corador to a huge room. We are told to take our shirts off, a long line of doctors. They open our mouths and move our arms up and down. I can't wait to see our new home. -
Life In America
It has been about a year since we have moved to America. My Father, oldest brother, and I work building sky scrapers in New York. It is dangerous and scary. Our pay, added together, is not bad. We live in one of New York's nicer "slums". There is not mutch food, but we get by. America is not what I had hoped for, but it is nicer than were we used to live.
