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Post by Tys on Feb 2, 2007 10:06:58 GMT -5
The Lowell mills had all of the manufacturing of the cotton under one roof.
It increased the productivity.
Discuss questions-
The impact was that there won’t anything coming from outside of the US, so plan US goods price’s probably rised.
The incentive was to make factories for textiles so that they could make money without any real competition from anything outside of the US.
With the competition coming back, this effect the consumer because they were now able to have a bigger choice and the prices would be lower.
Lifting the embargo act effected the manufactures because they had to sell their good for less and then probably pay their employs less.
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Post by Tys on Feb 8, 2007 13:05:41 GMT -5
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Post by being cloo GUEST on Feb 8, 2007 13:24:04 GMT -5
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Post by Tys on Feb 9, 2007 11:55:37 GMT -5
members.aol.com/sycophant4/bohn1843.htmThey were made of rough lumber, nailed together to make compartments, each one holding four people. They were located directly below the upper deck, one compartment on top of another like in a barracks. In the upper compartment it was hardly possible to sit upright, while the lower ones were six to seven feet high. Here we had to live and sleep. These bunks were at the sides of the hold. In the middle were our boxes and chests and other luggage. In this "home" there were no windows en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immigration_to_the_United_States_of_America#Immigration_1850_to_1930Dear Diary The plans have been set and we are finally going to America. Uncle Emal and Anut Nofa have sent us the money and have set things up, so that when we get there we will be living with them and Dad would be working along side of Uncle Emal at fjdasklfjskldjfaskld and mom would work with Anut Nofa as a maid.7
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Post by Tys on Feb 11, 2007 22:00:31 GMT -5
Dear Diary The plans have been set and we are finally going to America. Uncle Emal and Anut Nofa have sent us the money and have set things up, so that when we get there we will be living with them and Dad would be working along side of Uncle Emal at a slaughterhouse and mom would work with Aunt Nofa as a maid. We have to travel across part of Europe then when we get to Germany we will be able to get on a boat and get to where the boat to America will be. Father says that will be the longest part of the journal but mother disagrees. Both however agree on that fact that crossing the ocean would be the most dangerous part. I had asked Father if we would be able to start a farm in America, like the one he had here but he said that we probably wouldn’t be able to. He said that we don’t have enough money to buy any land for a farm and plus we should be able to speak English before we get some land. I don’t know what I am going to do without a farm. I have spent my whole life on our family farm but now that it has sold, the new owners getting passion of it next month, I don’t know what to do. I only wish that the farm didn’t fail and the last harvest won’t so poor and that my parents weren’t so worried about what could happen to us later on in the future because we are Jewish. I can’t see how it is better for Jews in America then it is here. With how the people act in Russia, I just can’t see how Americans would be any different. One of the good things is that we may not be alone with leaving. My mother told me that at least two other families are debating whether or not to leave our village too. I have asked her who they are, and if they have decided but she wouldn’t tell me. Also little Afon is the most excited I have ever seen him. Today he was running around the house saying stuff that he calms to be English. I told him that it was just jibberish but he wouldn’t break down. Five year olds can be such pain at times. This is all that I can write for now. I have to get pack and sadly I have to choose what to bring and what not to bring. Klava Waksman Dear Diary. It has been quite a long time since I last written in you. Afon thought it was funny to hide you in the trunk and then claim that he didn’t know where you were nor had he took you. I was finally able to find you when we got on the boat to America and Afon went through the trunk to find something of mothers that she wanted and I just happened to be close by and see you. I protested to mom about it but she just hushed me up and told me that I have more important things to think about then a diary; the more important thing being America. The trip to here was long, other then the scenery it wasn’t that much exciting and at times we weren’t even able to see anything. We just sat in a cover wagon for most of the time with her trucks. At times we were able to walk along side it but my father was also in a hurry and had it so that the oxen would move faster then I would rather walk. All throughout the trip, mother told Afon how he would be able to go to a good school and it would be many times easier for him. She told him that the schools won’t be set against him like they were in Russia because we are Jewish. I do not believe her. The boat, the ship, the hunk of half rotten floating wood is how we are getting to America. I knew that we were going on a third class ship but I thought it would be better then this! We are stuck in his little wooden room, if you can even call it a room with it being windowless. There were bunks built into the walls for use to sleep, they don’t look that comfortable. Afon had called one of the top bunks and I told him that he would probably fall up with his cursed swaying of the ship, but like always he didn’t listen. The ship is also infested with vermin! Rats all over the place, disgusting little animals. When I complained about them mother told me to grow up that I have dealt with rats and seen them before. Yes, that is true, but they have been outside or in the barn and there was room to move around to get away unlike here. The trunks are across the floor taking up most of the walking room. She said that the trip would only be about a week. I wished it were shorter. I have to admit though, the view on the dock of the ship is amazing and that I’m amazed that I’m not seasick though the rocking does nothing for my handwriting. Now I need to stop. Afon has spotted another rat and is busy trying to catch it to play with it while mother and father aren’t around to stop him so it’s up to me. Klava Waksman Dear Diary Afon’s dead. He died four days ago. Four days after we left the port a storm hit this boat. For nearly two days we had to stay below deck, the wind seemed to have pushed and pulled the boat all over the place, in all directions at once. Then the waves slamming against the boat, the noise of them being continuous, so bad that you were just waiting for the ship to break apart and be destroyed or be swallowed up by the ocean, being force to go to the bottom. That is what happened to Afon. During the first night, before it got too bad, Afon went up on deck, for what we could only guess. Father woke up first because of the door being left open and then noticed that he was missing. By the time he got on deck he was gone. Then we had to wait until the storm was over, to see if by some miracle someone had seen Afon and had taken him below deck. There was no such miracle. Afon’s dead. The Statue of Liberty was spotted today and we landed at Ellis Island, everyone else on this ship was excited joyfully at the sight. Even my parents cheered up just a bit though they were still heartbroken at their lost. With so many people saying that America is the land of opportunities maybe there is something to it. But will America be better then the life in Russia with Afon? The entry to America was long and tiring. They asked each of us questions such as our names, ages, profession, where we came from, our destination, who is going to support us, our finance condition and whether or not any of us has been in prison, mental house or an almshouse. Also we had to have medical examinations, both mental and physical. Lucky we were passed fairly easily, after father finally got them to understand that mother had been crying over the lost of her son and then had to exam to them how poor Afon died. We have been waiting for the passed couple of hours for uncle Emal and he has finally showed up, at 6:30pm Klava Waksman There were several reasons why Russians left their home land and went to America. Trouble with farming caused many Russians to migrate between the years of 1905 and 1910. Also around the same time, Russians Jews from the southern part of Russian also left their home lands. Another cause of Russian migration was the Russian Civil War, between the Red Communist Army and the White Anti-Communist army between the years of 1918-1922. The worse fighting of the war happened during 1918 through 1920. www.path.coe.uh.edu/seminar2002/week2/immigrant_facts.html
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Post by cool guest on Feb 13, 2007 13:09:40 GMT -5
should we do a poster or a powerpoint or somthing? it looks like everyone had a lot of backround info too...
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Post by Tys on Feb 13, 2007 13:10:45 GMT -5
I say a poster. Get some pictures of immigrants and of the russian flag, glue it on there, then glue the other stuff on there. I think I might have some poster board....but I don't know where it is...
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Post by cool guest on Feb 13, 2007 13:13:15 GMT -5
May 4, 1897 Dear Diary, The entry to America was long and tiring. They asked each of us questions such as our names, ages, profession, where we came from, our destination, who is going to support us, our finance condition, and whether or not any of us has been in prison, mental house or an almshouse. Also, we had to have medical examinations, both mental and physical. Luckily, we were passed easily, after father finally got them to understand that mother had been crying over the loss of her son and then explain to them how poor Afon died. We have been waiting for the past couple of hours for uncle Emal, and he has finally shown up, at 6:30p.m. I am now in a cab riding to aunt Nofa and uncle Emal’s apartment. I can’t stop looking at the huge buildings here in New York City. There are so many! It is nothing like our wide-open farms in Russia with the little farm houses. Uncle Emal keeps saying that we will all have a much better time in America than we had in Russia. He says school will be better here too. I can tell he is trying to keep the conversation positive so that maybe we can stop thinking about Afon for a while. I don’t think that we will ever be able to do that.
Klava Waksman
May 4, 1897 Dear Diary, We arrived at uncle Emal and aunt Nofa’s house around 7:45 p.m. We had to drag our trunks up two flights of stairs to get to their apartment. It is small, but it is nice and cozy. It also has electric lights and a good view from our bedroom window. Aunt Nofa was very happy to see us after so many years apart. She was very heartbroken when she heard about Afon though. Uncle Emal had taken it pretty well when he came to pick us up, but now, after seeing aunt Nofa crying, he too was weeping along with all of us. After we had all calmed down a little, aunt Nofa made a pot of tea to drink as she started to cook dinner. As I drank the warm, sweet tea, the smell of the cooking food made me realize how very hungry I was. It had been so long since I had a good meal. In no time, steaming plates of food were set in front of us. The American food looked and smelled very different from our traditional Russian dishes, but I soon found out that this food was very good too. After dinner, I helped mother clean up the dishes. As we cleaned, aunt Nofa told me that I would start school tomorrow at the local schoolhouse. She can tell that I am nervous about going to school when I do not know English very well and she encouraged me that I would learn quickly. I sure hope that is the case. Klava Waksman
October 27, 1897 Dear Diary, It has been a very long time since I last wrote. I have been so busy with school that I forgot about my diary. I was just cleaning my room when I saw it and realized that I hadn’t written in a long time. School is great now. At first, it was awful. I had a lot of trouble trying to understand what the other children and the teacher were saying. the kids would make fun of me, and I could tell that they all thought that I was weird. I missed Russia and my friends there more than ever at that time. Since then, I have become much better at speaking and understanding English, and I have even made friends with many of the people in my class. Two of my best friends are Sarah and Melissa. They are also immigrants, and since they came over earlier than I did, they were able to help me with my English. Sarah came from Poland, and Melissa came from France. I am sure that we will be close for the rest of our lives. Mother and father are doing well at their jobs, and we are starting to save up for an apartment of our own! I also have a part-time job after school working with my mother as a maid now to help save up. Our lives are busy, but I like it here better than in Russia. Klava Waksman
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Post by cool guest on Feb 13, 2007 13:20:01 GMT -5
ok, i will try to find some pictures and stuff for it, and i also have posterboard here that we can use too. if u need any help with any of the background info or anyhting else let me kno cause i have nothing else to do.
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Post by Tys on Feb 13, 2007 13:21:12 GMT -5
I'll be fine. Thanks for doing the poster^^
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Post by cool guest on Feb 13, 2007 20:31:22 GMT -5
no problem when you are done with the background info you can post it and i will put it onto the poster (im not sure if we'll have time in class to glue it together)
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Post by Tys on Feb 13, 2007 20:33:02 GMT -5
we probably won't....and I'll work on the stuff tomorrow...>.>'''''' procrastination is bad...very bad....sorry...
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Post by Oliver on Feb 13, 2007 21:14:50 GMT -5
Tyson.. if you have class tomorrow.. then you're going to be screwed... and your partner has my permission.. to spear you through the stomach with an islamic priest.
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Post by Tys on Feb 13, 2007 21:21:09 GMT -5
Twitchy, we don't do our presentation until thursday
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Post by Oliver on Feb 14, 2007 0:03:05 GMT -5
>.>; Well.. can your lab partner still spear you with an islamic priest?
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