Hello!
My name is Martha.
I come from Ireland.
My grandfather owned a potato farm and my father worked the farm.
My mother was a seamstress and sewed for the women in the local village.
Ireland is a country rich in folklore and history.
I have fond memories of my father teaching me Irish folksongs and family legends.
The potato famine came and we had to sell my grandparents' farm.
My grandparents had died prior to this.
It was my parents' dream to come to America.
We left Dublin on a cold spring morning in 1917.
I was 10 years old.
We were very excited about our trip.
The voyage across the great ocean was very long.
Shortly before we arrived in New York, influenza broke out and both of my parents died.
I am now alone in the world, but arrived safely in New York.
Nevertheless, I am homeless and very lonely.
With Your Love,
Martha |