By strange coincidence, while trying to find out the answers to some family history mysteries, I ran across the record of my great-grandmother’s entry to the US just the other day. Today happens to the be 90th anniversary of her arrival through Ellis Island.
Not really a world-events type thing, but still, a strange coincidence.
She came alone on a ship out of Hamburg. The family story was that her step-father drove her in a wagon to Hamburg, but that’s over 300 miles from where they lived so I kinda suspect he just drove her to the train station. She apparently knew people on the boat, but after she got off in New York she had to take a train to North Dakota. As far as I know she did that part all on her own.
She was the last over-seas arrival for my family.