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Immigration to America
Hello, my name is Mario Pecci and this is a timeline about my move to America and my experiences here. I am a native Italian and I love to cook. Both of my parents died in Italy and have much left there. In Italy there were always harsh new laws put on us so I wanted to move somewhere where I could be free and have no fear of war, or restrictions. I moved to America because there is no better place, and my Uncle Luigi lived there so I could have some family. -
Immigration process/ meeting my Uncle.
When I got off the ship to America I was detained at Ellis Island for a week. I was not sick except for a common cold! Once I got out I went to stay with my Uncle and it was the first time I'd seen him since I was very little. I got a job working as a waiter in my Uncles Italian resturaunt. I was saving up my money to buy my own place. -
Resturaunt shuts down/ decision.
Buisness was getting tough and we started to lose more and more money. My Uncle had to close down the resturaunt because lost so much buisness. We talked about moving west, and we decided it was good decision for both of us. We wanted to go West just to do our own thing; ride horses, and do what feels good. -
Run for land, new land
Thanks to the homestead act I was able to get a nice plot of land in Oklahoma, it was about 2 miles away from the river. In the race for the land I fell off my horse and was trampled by a other horses, losing my left arm. My Uncle had a large chunk of money stashed away and we were able to buy all of the building supplies for our new house. -
Luigi dies during construction
It was mid-winter, and construction on the house was difficult because of the weather. Luigi became sick from all of the time outside but he couldn't stop construction so he kept working. Sadly, Luigi ended up passing away because his body just couldnt take the stress. I(Mario)was left with everything my Uncle owned but I was worried I would be very lonely. -
The death of Mario
I am writing this from my grave because I have died. Ever since Luigi died I have not been feeling myself. I have gone into a depressed, state and have turned to drinking. One day I went into the town to drink at the local saloon and I brought my gun. I went outside and was so drunk that I started shooting everywhere. The local sheriff came out and killed me to prevent me from injuring anyone else. I am now resting peacefully in the ground.
