My mother came to "Amerika" April
20, 1955 from Holland with her whole family on a boat (the
S.S. Ryndam) like millions of other immigrants have over
the years. My mother says she loved this country the
minute she laid eyes on it. My father on the other hand,
lived in the same town and dated my mother but he made the
journey to this country all alone. He tells a story
that he registered for the army and to go to America at the
same time and was willing to let fate decide his destiny.
Lucky for me his letter granting permission to go to America
came first.
