Immigration in 1834

Hahalman

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What made you think I wanted to take it off? ;) I couldn't, anyway, I cannot delete or edit posts/threads after about an hour they are posted.
Glad you like this sort of thing. There is something very sad, even haunting, about the similarity between the gist of that pamphlet and the immigration thread on CH.
" Many have suffered much by a want of caution, and by listening to the opinions of interested and designing characters, who frequently offer their advice unsolicited, and are met generally about wharves and landing places frequented by strangers"

And fancy us complaining about long flights... or small seats and bad meals...
"Emigrant families who intend victualling themselves, will supply themselves at Albany with tea, sugar, bread and butter, &c. On cheaper terms and of a better quality than along the route of the Canal. Avoid exposure at night and drinking cold water when heated, (attend to this particularly when at New York,) and be cautious when the Canal Boat is passing under bridges, as the height from the deck to the arch is seldom more than 18 inches or 2 feet, thereby causing many serious accidents every season to persons who may happen to be on the deck or to have fallen asleep, by their getting bruised between the boat and the bridge when passing under."

People were either made of stronger stuff back then, or were more desperate to immigrate. Or both.
 

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" Many have suffered much by a want of caution, and by listening to the opinions of interested and designing characters, who frequently offer their advice unsolicited, and are met generally about wharves and landing places frequented by strangers"
This is the EXACT same sentence that moved me to respond to your post...;)

People were either made of stronger stuff back then, or were more desperate to immigrate. Or both.
:p It reminds me of a comic's routine about how our generation was still allowed to play with lawn darts and lead-painted metal toys and 'tiki-taki' and... and... and... By today's standards, it seems almost as if our parents had wanted to get rid of us (which, in some cases, I am sure would have been more than justified...;)).

These articles give a whole new dimension to the migrant/immigrant experience; while reading them, I cannot help but feel a sense of shared experience, a belonging to something bigger. I suspect you are coming at them from a (perhaps) slightly different angle, but for me, it is like reading the history of one's own family or village: they make me realize that I belong not merely to the Hungarian and Canadian (and several other) communities, but also to the big, common family of immigrants - whenever they came, wherever they came from.

...but I am sure glad I did not have to duck bridges on my way here...:p
 
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