31 years ago, our parents left the then-USSR, with then 7-year-old me and 2-year-old Sasha in tow. A very big day in our lives.
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31 years ago, our parents left the then-USSR, with then 7-year-old me and 2-year-old Sasha in tow. A very big day in our lives. |
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(I guess "many happy returns" might not be appropriate.)
And yes, all the subsequent landings on those and adjacent shores coming back from faraway lands were happy.
I think we all owe your parents a debt of gratitude. Please thank them for us!
And by all, I'm fairly sure I mean everyone everywhere, except for possibly some very, very, very stay-at-home types in Africa or Asia, or wherever it was "we" first became different from our common ancestors.
Anyway, congratulations and count yourselves welcomed. You followed a good company (von Braun, Asimov, Arendt, Leo Strauss) and benefitted the place you came to.
In other news, didja see the Telegraph profile of Tom Stoppard, nee Tomas Straussler? Lost his ability to speak Czech, poor fellow, but he set his latest new play there. And at least they've got a winning World Cup team. (sniff)
Aren't they great? Probably my favorite mass-market candy bar. Wonderful frozen too.
I was living in the PRC when M&M's arrived. I'm from the US and had had them before but remember many people being excited.
And a very good day for the United States it turned out to be. Congratulations, and thanks - to you and all the other immigrants who have posted here.
BTW, my family &I arrived in NY harbor on Jan 20, 1951 (I was 1 year old) aboard a troop ship, the USS Gen. Ch. Muir. A free one-way trip courtesy Uncle Sam.
I was born in the US, so don't have your personal experience, but my dad is an immigrant to the country, arriving from Italy in 1937. I can remember him every year coming home from work and asking when he came into the house, "Do you know what day it is?" The question was asked every October 1, and it was the day he arrived in New York, by ship. As a young boy I didn't appreciate the significance of the day to him - it was just another day to me. However, as I got a little older, and heard him tell of the excitement of seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time, I finally realized what a life-transforming experience it was for him, and of course for me. To this day I call him on October 1 every year and acknowledge the day.
All the best to you and your family.