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The Beginning
I was born in Ireland with a loving family. My mother and father did anything they could to take care of me and my younger sister. Our home was very old, passed down for generations but no more to come. Our farm was poor like many others. The town was poor itself, we had little money, and very few necessities. -
Triangle Shirtwaist Fire
Triangle FireI was only ninteen when this tragedy happened. Out of the blue on a regular work day, we had gotton the news from the ninth floor that there was a very large fire that broke out. The whole building was evacuated immediately. Unfortunantly, escape plans were not set and many girld died that day, mostly because of burning of the actually fire, breathing in smoke, or jumoing from the windows. Me and my sister were thankful to be alive that day. -
Poverty and Family
Due to the poor neighborhood and our fathers terrible death from fever, we had moved to America to get a second chance in life. We traveled north to board a ship the lead to Ellis Island, New York. On the baot was dirt and filth from all the Irish farmers. My mother got in contact with the filth and died on the way to America. My sister and I went on by ourselves, scared of the filth but very clever about it. -
The Strange Arrival
We finaly reached New York, I was young and ninteen while my sister was seventeen. When the boat docked we looked out and the sights were just amazing. I remember the best part was looking out and seeing the beautiful lady Liberty. I knew she was greeting us immigrants with her boldness. We got into the station and it was terrible. There were way to many people crowding the walk ways. Also when the doctors or searchers in this case checked us for illness it was very uncomfortable. -
Our New Environment
Days after the arrival we come to find an one room apartment. It was very cheap but it was also decent to live in. Since we are still young it was the perfect home. We needed money to keep paying for the house so we had found jobs at a big sewing company. Because we are Irish we ahd our own way of sewing. Unfortunantly we were made fun of so we moved to the sixth floor -
The End?
Over the past year since the Triangle Fire I was notified from my doctor that buil up in my lungs is causing me to have harmful breathing. It turns out that day of the fire I was exposed to some kind of ash and my body never let it out. Thankfully my sister is fiine so she takes care of me. My chest is very weak at this point but we still do not know if I will stay alive.
