American dreamers
When my great-great-grandfather Dominic Reach walked out of the Ellis Island Immigration Station with all his earthly possessions on his back and a brand new last name, he must have doubted the future that lay before him under Lady Liberty’s shadow. Far from the Old World and its familiar sights and smells, he came to a young nation which had just begun to flex its growing industrial strength. Eventually my ancestor became a day-laborer in a rock quarry, where apparently he earned the wages of two men, since he was capable of doing twice the work of the average man. Unfortunately, not much else remains to chronicle what type of life Dominic found for himself in the New World.