I am polish, german, and dutch.
My grandmother on my mothers side came over from Poland with her kids through Ellis Island before the war broke out in her country. She was in the United States from her early twenties through the time she died at age 85. In all that time she never learned how to read and write in English. She could manage a few words here and there, but never compete sentences. As a child she would ask us (me, my brother and sister) if we would like a cookie, and she would give us a cracker! Then, she would ask us if we wanted some soda....always in broken English...and she would give us juice. When you are a kid, this is very traumatic! A cookie is in no way equal to a cracker, and the same goes for soda and juice. My grandmother was a very strong woman, putting up with an abusive alcoholic for a husband. Back in Poland she used to wash the families clothes on a rock in the river and were from a poor family. She left Poland as war was breaking out, hiding from the soldiers and traveling in the dark of night to a ship to bring her to America. I wish that she could have written down her whole life story, it would have been cherished by all her decendents if she had.
My grandmother on my fathers side was a great woman too. She was in the Pillsbury Bake-off years ago and was runner up. She met Art Linkletter and Ronald Reagan. I have a picture of her with President Reagan (then just an actor). I will post it up later since I have to go to work now.
This was a great topic Mr. Moe!
Mrs. Shakita