Introduction: Where it all Began

Hello there! My name is Liam Ronan, and I am an immigrant from Ireland. My parents and I immigrated to Chicago in 1930,  because of war and taxes, and most importantly, to live a better life. Our family was poor when we arrived, and we struggled to make a living, but we managed to somehow life happy life without struggling. This is my story about my immigration to Chicago and my experiences.  

Chapter 1: Arrival at Chicago

I was only 5 and a half years old when we arrived, and now I am 13, so I don’t remember all of it, but I do remember some of it. So, here is my story of my arrival to Chicago:

So first, my parents were packing up everything to leave Ireland and go to the US. We all went outside and walked to this place called an airport. We then went inside, and spent a long time in it. We finally got into a gate, and entered this flying machine called an airplane. I thought it was a flying car though. Soon, we started moving, and we started flying high into the sky. It was very cool from my perspective. We stayed in the airplane for a long time, almost half a day, but we stopped flying at some point, exited the airplane, got checked

by random people in black and blue suits, and left the airport. We finally got into the US! Now it was time to find where. I thought my parents did know, but guess like they forgot which city they were going to go to during the flight.

We found another Irish person that spoke English, and they said that we were in Chicago, a city in the US State of Illinois. He said that he was a millionaire, and owned two houses. He said that he noticed that just came here and we were poor, and he wanted to give us his second home. We really needed one, so we said yes. 

We went to the neighborhood the person told us to go to our 

home, and turns out, we didn’t see what we expected. Instead, we saw a neighborhood full of garbage, kids causing tons of trouble, and much more chaos. 

“This neighborhood is an entire mess!” Mom yelled. 

“It is for sure, but lets go inside our new home,” Dad said. 

When we went inside our new home, it was really small. Outside though, it looked really big. All there was in it was a small bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a outhouse. There was also a big backyard. 

“This house is so small!” I said.

“I know,” Mom said. 

Chapter 2: A Month has Passed, Two Months have Passed

It has been a month since we lived in the small home. Nobody in our family got a job, so many Dad tried to get a job application and fill it out to be accepted into getting a job, but turns out, when he came back from applying, he wasn’t able to have a job because he didn’t go to college. 

“This is why you should have went to college,” I said. 

“Just stop it. I may get a job soon,” Dad said. 

The next day, I had an idea for Dad. 

“Hey Dad, why can’t you become a farmer? There is lots of grass in our big backyard, and you can plants some fruit trees and vegetables.”

“Hang on a second, that is a good idea!” Dad said. 

The next hour, Dad started planting some seeds for wheat, corn, apples, oranges, and much more. When they all became grown and were ripe the next week, Dad sold them to other people on the streets.

Unfortunately, nobody was buying them due to poverty in the neighborhood. Dad was getting barely any sales, so he quit being a farmer. 

“I quit being a farmer! It is so hard to farm and nobody buys my crops!” Dad yelled as he came home.

“Guess like we won’t earn any money for some time,” Mom said.