"The Struggle, First Generation" – Introduction

“The Struggle, First Generation”
-Introduction-
Author: Karen Palumbo

Have you ever stopped to wonder what life would be like as an immigrant in our generous country? Have you ever stopped to wonder what life would be like as a first generation immigrant in our generous country? I would just bet that you probably have not given too much thought to such a simple question.

Yet people from all over the world have been arriving in our country for many generations. They all arrive by airplane, boat, drive or walk, but arrive in our country just the same. For many of the immigrants, their arrival goes unnoticed.

Some have made the decision to arrive on our shores as young men and women. Some have made the decision to arrive on our shores as older men and women. However, the result is still the same because arrive on our shores they do.

There are so many new people and each of them comes from many different countries and dfrom all walks of life. People arrive with their own individual backgrounds. The stories they share of their love for their homeland.

When you take the time to listen to some of them reminisce, about how life was before they decided to arrive here, you can almost detect a twinge of sadness in their voices.

If you should dare have the audacity to ask how they came about making the decision to leave their country of origin you will sense an internal tug of war gently pulling them in two directions. They are thrilled and excited to be in our country. However, they dearly miss their country of origin.

Then there are the children who have not made the decision to come to our country on their own, but are the products of circumstance. Their parent or parents have thought long and hard and made the difficult decision for them simply because of their ages.

Can you even imagine the fear and disorientation that must overwhelm the majority? Can you imagine what it must be like to have just arrived in a foreign land and not be able to understand what anyone around you is saying?

You search for familiar surroundings, but you then begin to realize that this exercise is one of futility because you are no longer in your homeland. What do you do? What do you now look for? How will you ever survive?

The realization that you are alone now must be weighing heavily on your mind, your heart and soul. Were you thinking before you decided to take that leap of faith and endeavor to test your talents in a foreign land that you might just be biting off more than you could chew?

Are you frightened? Are you beginning to ask yourself if you have made the right decision? Are you wondering if you should try to go back to your original point of destination? It can and most of the time is, a very excruciating and painful period in your life.

You were certainly brave enough to endure the agonizing and sometimes frustrating first step, were you not? Now is not the appropriate time for self-doubt. You should tell yourself that to look back would not serve you well, so from here you must set your sights forward.

If you have given it some thought and you think that the struggle of day-to-day living is not complicated with so many issues, then please look again. For many it is the most frustrating time in their lives.

For others they are able to adapt to their new surroundings with relative ease. I would imagine that it just depends on where you are starting out.

Have you arrived in our country alone? Have you arrived in our country with a husband or wife? Have you arrived in our country with brothers and sisters? Have you arrived in our country with aunts, uncles and cousins? Have you arrived in our country with existing children? Okay, so where exactly do you go from here?

Do you attempt to communicate with people whom you do not know anything about? What happens if you are not able to communicate with anyone because you do not know the language?

Now that you have accomplished what many have done before you, where do you go from here? You already are aware that you cannot just continue to walk the streets from one town to the next. So exactly what is it that you endeavor to do from this point?

If you came here with other family members, how will you be able to provide for them? Where do you even begin to search to locate shelter? Where do you go to locate the necessary food for yourself and your family members?

As you can see, it can be an extremely overshelming experience to say the least. This is nothing short of a monumental task for anyone to handle. Now to be an immigrant in an unfamiliar land just has to be one of the most frightening experiences to endure.

As difficult a hardship this whole experience is on any adult, just imagine what it must be like to be a child. The children of immigrants are the ones that are placed in the precarious middle position, if you just take the time to think about it.

I would just imagine that at this point you are wondering what I am even talking about. Well, just think about it. What do you suppose the children of these immigrants are thinking? Remember, they are just children.

Now they too are being forced due to circumstance. They must adjust to a place very unfamiliar. When they finally are allowed the privilege to attend school, do you think that they will wonder how and if they will fit in? Do you think that they will be shy and very quiet simply because they are not accustomed to speaking the new language that they are hearing?

While the adult immigrants are one set of issues to attend to and overcome, the children have another set of issues. Of course, that would depend upon whether or not they were born in their original homeland or here in our fine country.

For whatever reason, as time passes, the children become sandwiched in the middle. What I mean is that they inadvertently become the link between the life they were familiar with and the new life that they lead now. They do not necessarily ask to be placed in the middle, but that is where most end up.

This book will take this family on a journey from leaving their home in a distand land to arrive in America to begin a new life. The struggles they will endure along the way are what will keep this family together. It will give this family the strength to continue forward.

This family’s most difficult hurdle will be the language barrier. Their hopes and dreams are consumed with their children’s well being and future.

Let us all join with this family and follow them through their struggles. We will follow them through their successes and failures. We will follow them through their frustrations and pleasures. The love they have for each other. The love they have for their children.

1 thought on “"The Struggle, First Generation" – Introduction

  1. Karen! Hi! SO appreciate your having commented on my latest post [‘at swinger;)]. Hope you can forgive me for being so slow to respond. Life doesn’t exactly grow simpler, does it?
    The Struggle, First Generation sounds fascinating! Your description has whetted my appetite for more!! Is it available in print? ‘So, I’d like to buy a copy.
    My mother-in-law’s parents brought her to America when she was four. Her father was a crackerjack carpenter, but times were tough in Liverpool. Lilly {whose name was mispelled by an Ellis Island bureaucrat) dropped her doll
    on the way over. Her mother had made it for her out of rags. Lilly was devastated. In the early ’90’s, I wrote a short story based on her experience that eventually saw
    print. Need to dig it out and brush it up!!
    Did you happen to see that wonderful documentary about Italian immigrants in New Orleans?
    Obviously love history as much as I.
    If only we learned more from it as a society!
    Great to see y o u here, my friend!! Makes me glad I
    signed up!!
    One reason I decided to accept PL’s invitation was that my alma mater, University of North Carolina, is involved.
    Gooooooooo Heeeeeeeels !!:)
    Ekshally, ‘sounds more like Hills in the local patois.
    As in, “Some Tarhills live up in them thar heels.”
    Exaggerating a mite. . .but in rural areas. . .never mind. This isn’t the place to go on and on and. . .I need to go to an On-&-On Anonymous meeting asap!!
    Thanks again for commenting on my latest post.
    Write when you have time. [Message me at the Den?]

    Dream On. . .Writing the Whole Time,

    Phyllis

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