My Life As An Irish Immigrant

  • The Day I Was Born

    The Day I Was Born
    My name is Jack McGee. I was born in Sligo, Ireland. As I grew up I lived in poverty, my parents didn't make enough money to support our family. But they always loved us and found a way to take care of me and my 2 sisters. When I was 18 the Irish Potato Famine hit my country. My parents were very afraid of us starving, and wanted us to live better lives. So, we came to the United States with many others. I'm writing this auto-biography for others to see how hard is was to be an irish immigrant.
  • We Arrived In The United States!

    We Arrived In The United States!
    PassageOn the way to America, the ships were crowded, and very dirty. It was a long ride. When we arrived, the first thing we saw was The Statue of Liberty. I felt so relieved. Health Officers inspected the sips for diseases, and once we passed we were put on ferryboats to be taken to Ellis Island. My family and I were third-class passengers so we waited 2 days to get on a boat to Ellis Island. Once everything was over with, I was finally an American!
  • Ellis Island

    Ellis Island
    Ellis IslandMy family was finally put on a ferryboat and taken to Ellis Island. There we were checked for diseases, and had to pass many tests. I was very anxious to become an american, but I was nervous too. My life was about to change before I knew it. Nothing was the same after that.
  • Parents Died

    Parents Died
    Both my parents died when i was 20. That was a hard time in my life, because they got me through everything. They died working on the railroads. They were caught in a terrible explosion, and were found dead. I knew as a brother, I had to support the family now.
  • I got a job

    I got a job
    I got a job as a firefighter in New York City. It was a dangerous job, but it helped support me and my sisters. My life was different then before, I never had to work before, and now all of the sudden I had many responsibilities.
  • Started A Family

    Started A Family
    I married my wife on November 30th, 1845. We then had 3 kids of our own. 2 girls, and 1 baby boy. My life was going great. And I couldn't have asked for anything better. I am so glad my parents decided t immigrate to the United States. If they wouldn't have, I don't know where I would be right now.