Our second installment of our family’s arrival to America.
We discuss my Great-Grandfather’s voyage over to America and the Statue of Liberty.
Have a great day!
P.S. One correction we would like to include: The date of departure was August 1, 1903 and arrival was August 11, 1903.
This is sonnet referenced in the podcast:
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea -washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”