Immigrant Stories_2: Tanya at Ellis Island

[If you didn’t read last week’s post (below), I suggest you do so first, as this is a continuation of Tanya Arden’s immigrant experience.  As in the first part, this is a true story, told exactly as it happened, without embellishment. I learned her story as part of my research for my historical novel, Guardians of the Gate, and its sequel, Defenders of Freedom. ]

Once their ship docked, Tanya, her family, and other passengers were transported directly to Ellis Island, the first American soil they trod upon.  As luck would have it, they were processed immediately, not having to wait in line as most immigrants do.  The speed of their processing, however, worked against them.

The trouble began when six-year-old Maximilian refused to walk with his mother to the uniformed doctor waiting for them.  Max was terrified of anyone in uniform; uniformed soldiers had attacked them in Russia, killing his aunt and cousin, and chasing them, with the intent to kill them also.  As Tanya’s mother pulled him to the doctor, Max dragged his leg in resistance.  Noting this, the doctor marked an “L” (for lameness) in chalk on Max’s coat.  Then, when the doctor saw the eyes of Tanya’s mother and older sister—still red and swollen from their crying at seeing the Statue of Liberty—he marked their clothing with an “E.”

Only Tanya passed the medical exam.  This meant that, despite the family’s crying protests, she went alone to the dormitory, while her family was sent to the hospital for overnight observation.  Alone, afraid, and sobbing, Tanya lay on her back in her bunk and placed the covers over her head.  Sleeping restlessly, she awoke late in the night when she felt something moving on top of her.  Peeking from under the covers, she saw a rat and screamed, awakening the other immigrants.  No one else saw anything, dismissed the incident as a child’s nightmare, and fell asleep again, except for Tanya, who sat up in bed until dawn.

That morning the hospital medical staff found Max running around the ward with another boy. It was clear the boy was not lame nor, as they discovered, did Tanya’s mother and sister have any eye disease, as their eyes by then were normal.  Cleared, they soon reunited with Tanya, who was overjoyed to be with them again.  Once more they entered the Registry Hall, where they encountered no difficulty in clearing their legal inspection.

After what seemed an endless wait, their father appeared to claim them.  The man seemed to be a stranger to Tanya until she saw her mother’s joyous reaction and her parents embrace one another.  Her father was not a demonstrative man, though, and he did not hug his children.  Instead, he smiled at his eldest, picked up Max in one arm, and extended his other hand to Tanya, saying with a slight smile, “Come.”  Without hesitation, she took his hand and walked beside him, with a happy feeling in her heart that, years later, she told me was one of trust and hope.  Those feelings subsequently proved accurate in the warmth and family stability of Tanya’s remaining childhood and teenage years in the United States.  Later, she would marry, raise two children who went on to lead successful professional lives, and then earn an M.A. degree in sociology in her seventies.

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