My grandfather was an immigrant. I have his original paperwork from Ellis Island. He came over from Warsaw, Poland, in 1915 to make a better life. My grandmother was the daughter of immigrants from Belgium, but she didn't know them, because she was orphaned. Together, they worked day and night in a hot, steamy dry cleaning business in Detroit. I owe them a great debt. They made me what I am today, and I am grateful.Hard work and determination are in my blood, and the ghosts of my family keep me going each day.
Please take a moment to write down the names of your parents' parents. Where are they from?
What did they do for a living? Have you followed in their footsteps? What did you learn from them? How do you honor their memory?
