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Jim Mras's avatar

Both sides of my family escaped from then Czechoslovakia. Both sides would now say they were Slovaks. One side escaped in a car trunk. Other side subsistence farmed in upstate NY late in the depression. Yes your wife’s family story resonates with me

My mom told a story of being housed in a catholic monastery in Manhattan post Ellis Island. She was told that in America they hand out candy bars to new citizens. That happened to her while in Manhattan. No one could say anything bad about America to my mom.

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Steven A Smith's avatar

Most of us come from immigrant families, mine from Russia, my wife's from Italy. They came here and survived because they were resilient, tough, tireless, and brave. Far more than me, I know. Wonderful column.

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