Today's featured book is: “Chesapeake” by James A. Michener
“In this classic novel, James A. Michener brings his grand epic tradition to bear on the four-hundred-year saga of America’s Eastern Shore, from its Native American roots to the modern age. In the early 1600s, young Edmund Steed is desperate to escape religious persecution in England. After joining Captain John Smith on a harrowing journey across the Atlantic, Steed makes a life for himself in the New World, establishing a remarkable dynasty that parallels the emergence of America. Through the extraordinary tale of one man’s dream, Michener tells intertwining stories of family and national heritage, introducing us along the way to Quakers, pirates, planters, slaves, abolitionists, and notorious politicians, all making their way through American history in the common pursuit of freedom.”
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Here’s something I wrote only a few months before graduating high school-
You see, my parents, like the millions of other immigrant parents with first generation children, traveled more than 6,000 miles, crossed over 4 different oceans, and spent 10+ hours on flight next to a crying baby, just so their kids could have a better future. But when they first got here, little did they know the turbulence that they had just became a part of- they were stuck in a country where they couldn’t read or write the language of, where they knew absolutely no one, and where they had very, very little money.
I remember living in a tiny apartment. We didn’t have much, maybe a few kitchen utensils and one, almost broken, reading light. There was a backyard sell happening near our apartment complex and my parents had finally saved up enough money from the municipal tips that they earned from delivering pizzas, to buy this one beat-up couch.
My parents pushed the couch from the backyard sell all the way to our small little home. The days passed, and we still couldn’t read or write anything. My parents spent countless, sleepless nights trying to understand the language on that couch. They didn’t know much, but they took my brother and I to the library, and we brought home books, and we all sat around that couch and struggled to learn. My mom’s back became stiff from sitting on that rather uncomfortable couch all day long on the weekends. But she persisted. She wanted to make sure her children could read. The days passed. The broken language began to add up-we were making progress. My parents didn’t have much. Just a couch and some kitchen utensils. But their children could read. (continued in first comment)
“So here’s to new beginnings, new journals, new adventures, new views, new friends, new experiences, && new memories to be made...”
Thankful for every page written to get me to the chapter I’m on today, and so very excited to see what comes next!
I know this isn’t the new year or anything, but I’ve reached the end of my journal that I’ve been writing in since June 2015. There are so many emotions and memories, ups & downs between these pages, and it’s always fun starting over! With all the changes in my life, I’ve felt like this was perfect timing!