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I recently read a letter that was published in "Reminisce" magazine. The writer is Gerd Borg in Sun City, Arizona. Her words are as follows:
My adventure started in 1950 when my parents received word that their number has come up and they would be allowed to emigrate from Sweden to America... the land of milk and honey, with streets paved with gold.
My dad was able to get the last two rooms aboard the MS Stockholm leaving Gothenburg in January. My parents, my sister and I were looking forward to the eight day "cruise." But our rooms were at the bottom of the ship and the portholes stayed closed, so we saw no daylight. My mother, sister and I had our own room, but Dad had to share his with another man.
The first day at sea was uneventful, but not the second. We were in a real Atlantic storm and ropes were strung on deck so the passengers wouldn't get too close to the railings and fall overboard.
My sister, who was 3 years old, had a playpen to sleep in. The rolling of the ship caused the playpen to slide back and forth across the floor. I was 10 years old and found friends among the other children on board.
My mother got seasick and spent the whole voyage in bed. Dad did get her up on deck once for some fresh air and food, which was brown beans. My mother never ate brown beans again.
One day, we decided to swim in the ship's indoor pool. But we found the waves there nearly as high as those outside in the Atlantic.
With most of the passengers seriously ill, they were all seasick, there was extra food available. So, all of us kids had ice cream three times a day, even after breakfast. It was Neapolitan ice cream. That was sixty years ago and Neapolitan ice cream is still my favorite dessert.
The ship's rolling didn't bother me, in spite of the dining room tables and chairs and almost everything else being chained to the floor to keep them from sliding off the side of the ship.
But we made it safely to New York when my father, speaking Swedish, reminded us, "We are now in America, now we will speak English."
Imagine That! Immigrants actually wanting and insisting on speaking English in America. As a matter of fact, they still do. Over a million people a year become U.S. citizens. They come here from Great Britain, Austria, Italy, Spain, Germany, Greece and almost every other country in the world.
When they get here, they apply for citizenship, pass the citizen test and learn to speak English. And they take an oath of allegiance to the United States of America.
Millions and millions of people have done so for decades and continue to do so. Then why the big deal about Immigration Reform? Evidently, it's because our neighbor to the south, Mexico, just can't grasp the concept.
I just don't understand the big deal about the need to reform our immigration policy. Unless of course, for some reason, the Mexicans deserve special consideration - more so than all the other countries in the world. I just don't get it!