By the time Yacob had saved passage for Bailey and little Jack to sail across the ocean to join him, several years had passed, because the new world had not proved to be the land of free milk and honey as my grandpa, the idealistic immigrant, had been led to believe. Thank goodness, Yacob's disillusioned spirit was uplifted, fora time, upon being taken under the wing of an immigrant family, with whom my father's family would become life-long friends. As it happened, these good people had offered my grandpa, a naive, young man, a bed, though not a room of his own, because their small apartment, which had shared one bathroom with families who'd inhabited other apartments, was filled to overflowing with friends in need of kind hearted shelter.
You can believe me when I say that the scholar had no time for books, because he'd found himself working endless hours in hopes of sending for Bailey. By this time, he knew that a son had been born, and though anxious to bring wife and child to his side, earning a fair wage to pay for his keep while putting money aside for his family's passage did not come easy to a man whose education had focused upon leading a religious flock. I mean, think about it: Upon disembarking in the new world, Yacob, the scholar, couldn't speak, read, write or understand a lick of English to save his life.
If you ask what my grandpa did to support himself while saving for his wife and child's ocean voyage, I have no clue ... However, Aunt Risa, who is ninety-one, may offer us that answer ...
You can believe me when I say that the scholar had no time for books, because he'd found himself working endless hours in hopes of sending for Bailey. By this time, he knew that a son had been born, and though anxious to bring wife and child to his side, earning a fair wage to pay for his keep while putting money aside for his family's passage did not come easy to a man whose education had focused upon leading a religious flock. I mean, think about it: Upon disembarking in the new world, Yacob, the scholar, couldn't speak, read, write or understand a lick of English to save his life.
If you ask what my grandpa did to support himself while saving for his wife and child's ocean voyage, I have no clue ... However, Aunt Risa, who is ninety-one, may offer us that answer ...
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