I joined the trip to America with much trepidation. I was barely 16,
when my parents decided to move the family to America to seek our fortune.
I knew that the trip would not be happy, but became even more nervous when
my father Eugene called our trip the American Wake. When I asked him why,
he simply said, "Molly, we shall never see Ireland again." Mother just
stood by him, watching silently as the ship carried us away from the shore.
Like many other Irish during the time, our family moved to America for
work, to find a better life. We had been told that America was a welcoming
and bountiful country, but this was not always true. I was only 16 the
first time I saw a sign that said, "No Irish need apply." I had just
arrived in America with my parents and my brother, along with many others
of my countrymen from Ireland, England and other parts of northern Europe.
My brother Malachy became angry about the sign, since he was young and all
he wanted to do was work. But no one would hire him, because of his
accent and because his last name was O'Connor ("Irish Immigrants in America
during the 19th Century").
But father told him to let it be. Father said we would move somewhere
else to begin our new life, somewhere where people would respect us for our
hard work, even though we were Irish.
The country was just emerging from its own war when we arrived here in
1876. Though the hostilities were officially over, there was still much
unrest, particularly in the countryside. In many ways, the situation
reminded me of Ireland and the reasons we left. Farmers were reeling from
the effects of an economic downturn in the 1870s, which caused the prices
of crops to drop. As a result, many farmers around America faced the loss
of their crops and their land.
This was a situation we knew well, but there was also an important
difference. While the Irish farmers back home faced famine a...