Digital Story Memo Analysis

D.L.is a 63-year-old Asian American female who was immigrated to the United States from Nepal six years ago as a Bhutanese refugees. She lived 20 years of her life as a refugee where she struggled everyday to provide food and other needs to her children. Finally, in 2010 she moved to the United States with her family. Making resettlement decisions was not very easy for her, yet she did for the betterment of her children and grandchildren future. D.L. said, “I was dismayed and distressed. It was not easy to adjust, adapt, and integrate in the foreign land with no educational experience”. D.L. had arranged marriage with her husband 49 years ago at the age of 13. She never got opportunity to attend school because she had responsibility of family, therefore she cannot speak English language. She has four daughters and three sons. In present time, she along with her husband are living with their middle son. She does not work but have social security and food stamps.

In the 90’s, my parents immigrated to the United States. My father was born and raised in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. He escaped from a time of high level of recruitment for the nation's army. He eluded the government for years and eventually came to North Dakota as a student. My mother is from the Former Yugoslavia; more specifically she was born in what is now Bosnia-Herzegovina and grew up in what is now Slovenia. My mother came to America to escape the failing monarchy in Yugoslavia, which was a result of many wars

My birth took place in Mar del Plata, Argentina, into a family of six including myself. Years passed, my mother gave birth to a girl and was pregnant soon after to another. My father, a strong laboring mechanic decided that it was time he moved his three boys and soon to be three girls from the home he literally built with his bare hands alone, to another country with grander opportunities, not for himself, but for his six children. He decided that with the money that cost him years of tireless work and stress he could only afford passage for himself. He set off for the United States and for months he worked day in and day out, any job he could get his hands on. He paid for our flight and had a modest, dainty apartment awaiting our arrival.

My mother was lucky enough to win a lottery in Cote d’Ivoire that allowed for us to step up the ladder of developing and developed countries and immigrate to the United States of America. With her she brought her son, 8 at the time with no education. She brought her sister, 19 at the time with very little education. And she brought me, her daughter, all of 4 years old.

Living in the United States wasn’t any easier for my dad. Having no parents meant he had no permanent home. He lived with his sponsors that helped him come to the United States. My dad knew very little english and was enrolled into high school. There he and many Hmongs were discriminated by other students. After graduating High School my dad received his first job where he worked for minimum wage. Even though having a job my dad still had no permanent home. He moved in with his uncles that treated them poorly. My dad had to sleep in an attic that had a broken window in the harsh Minnesota winter. That night it was twenty below zero and my dad had three thick blankets on still struggling to stay warm. After thirty long years our family has came a long ways. Today we are fulfilling the American dream in the natural state of Arkansas.

As I embarked on this assignment I was unsure how to begin and what stories to tell. I did not know if I should commence with how my family came to America, my family tree, or a fascinating story about how my grandparents met. In order to complete this assignment I convened with my grandfather, Earl W. Stafford Sr., who knows a lot about our family history, to learn as much as I could.

To start my family origin paper we have to go way back to 1976 when my parents met in Alamo, North Dakota; a town of about 200 people in the northwestern part of the state. They met while going through school playing sports, mainly basketball. Both were pretty good at the sport and won some awards and had chances to play more but decided to get married and start a family instead. Both grew up around the whole farming scene. My mom actually lived on a farm growing up and also as she started her own family. My dad lived in the small town but his grandpa had a farm not far from where he grew up and also helped a lot of the local

My parents were born in Sicily; my great grandparents came to the United States in the early 1900’s. My grandmother was born in the United States 1904, although she was born in America her parents did not choose to remain in the United States. Longing for their home land my great grandparents moved the family back to Sicily when my grandmother was only several months old. In the early 1950’s my grandmother who was born in the United States left Sicily with her husband and three grown children.

On Tuesday, 10-13-15, at approximately 2220 hrs., while out on patrol, I noticed Kyle Andre Cain, w/m, DOB 08/24/1974, walking his dog northbound at the 400blk of N. Main St. I advised Communication Officer Reiland, to run Cain through MULES by SSN that I had retrieved from ITI.

In my first paper, the focus was on my ancestor’s move across the Atlantic Ocean and bringing his family after him. My ancestor, Oscar, originally tried to farm the family land, however, the terrain was not suitable for farming. He became a seaman in the Norwegian Navy and worked his way from a deckhand to captain. But Oscar wanted better job opportunities, so he went to America and became a carpenter. Through time, he earned enough money to pay for his wife and five children to come to America. Originally, they were in an integrated area, but they were unable to speak English. Oscar moved the family to a predominantly Scandinavian area. The family kept up with the Norwegian language and it followed to their son. Their son married a Swedish

For this project I interviewed my mom, Lynn Pasko. During the course of doing this project and going through the questions, it made me realize how much I didn’t know about my mother. It never occurred to me how times have changed and how different things are now. I learned a lot about my mother that I did not know. Some of these include how my mother moved schools every year of her schooling up until her last half of junior year. I couldn’t imagine having to go to a new school every year. Not to mention how many friends she lost contact with and how hard it was to be the new kid every year. Another thing that had really surprised me was the hardest that she had to do. The hardest thing my mother had to do was after 9/11 happened, she had to write goodbye letters to my sister and I in case anything had happened to them on their way to Hawaii. Both my mother and father thought about taking different planes just incase if something happened to one of them, the other would still be there for me and my sister.

When asked to write a story about my family I chose the tale on how my dad and his family came to America in the 1970’s. Acee Jr. along with his younger brother and parents moved to America from Guyana, a country in South America. The reason for the move was to further Acee Sr.’s education in multiple subjects including Psychology and was possible due to the financial help the family received from the church Sr. was a minister at. The story tells of the transition the Chapman family had to make to adjust to the American Life. It also shows the struggles that challenged the family throughout their first couple of years in the States.

My grandmother’s parents immigrated to Johnstown, Pennsylvania from a small town in Poland close to Warsaw. As a young child she spoke two languages Polish at home and English when she went to school or with friends. Life started out very difficult and never really got any easier.. Her life continued to get worse when she lost her husband in a mining accident and her eldest son to a car accident. My grandma used to tell me the stories of their deaths, and how it taught her how strong she really is. She turned the hardships in her life into something beautiful, something joyous, and something sentimental. These moments shaped her into who she is, but they do not define her. These moments that she shares allow me to move on and find something joyful about every situation even if they are not be ideal. When my grandfather passed away my grandmother gave me the strength to look on the brighter side of the situation instead of the sad side.

Our subject is an African American female. The historical roots of the African American family are in Africa and as a result the family can trace its origin to a distinct culture and society.

explain my mom's journey over to the Americas, and the hardships that came with in.