No one emigrated because things were going so great in the Old Country. All my immigrant ancestors had problems in their country of origin. For instance, one of my grandfather Emil Roth’s relatives told me that his parents came here due to anti-Semitic persecution.
They had endured threats in what is now Poland for some time, but around 1887 they were burned out in a pogrom — an anti-Jewish riot — which was the last straw. Rather than rebuild, they pooled their money and sent three of the men to New York, including my great-grandfather Louis Roth. They worked and earned enough to bring my great-grandmother Jenny and their two oldest children over, starting in 1888.
My grandmother Ceil’s parents, Josef Fichtner and Josefa Meindl, immigrated from Bavaria because of poverty and also because they had a big problem: they had a baby on the way but couldn’t get married because Josef was from across the border in what is now the Czech Republic and had been working in Germany without legal status. He was a citizen of Austria-Hungary. They got married on Ellis Island.
“On Thanksgiving I give thanks to Jesus for his many blessings, including thanks for bringing my ancestors to this land of hope to give us a better future.”