Za Mari: My Immigrant Mother

This writing is to honor the many early post war immigrants who ventured from their birth place and familiar homeland, in search, for hopes of a better future. The hardships and sacrifices they endured can only be experienced in words. The historic reality would be unbearable in today’s standards. They arrived in a vast foreign environment with only what they could carry in their hands. They had no guaranteed promises or security to comfort them. Most troubling of all, they were illiterate and had no means of verbal communication. They were adventurous, equipped with only strong will and strong backs. Their first and only priority was the minimal of food and sheltered protection from the elements for their family. Early periods were filled with days of uncertainty, hunger and sleeplessness.