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Here are some pictures of my class...

E-mail me some digital pictures of NNCS 8th graders to post on this site. Be sure to type your full name in the subject line, so I will know who sent me the pictures.

When I was in NYC for the big conference, I went to see the Statue of Liberty.  I took these pictures from Liberty Island, the island that Lady Liberty was built on in 1886.  Here's a link to the official Statue of Liberty website.

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I also went to Ellis Island where millions of immigrants, from all over the world, took their first steps on American land.  This is the large entry hall that all immigrants had to walk through.  Ellis Island was a major U.S. immigration processing center from 1892-1954.

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This is a display in the Ellis Island museum.  It shows preserved and restored luggage that immigrants brought with them to the U.S.  Many immigrant families came to America with only the items they could carry in a suitcase or trunk.  They had to leave or sell most of their furniture, clothing, household items and other things before they began the journey to the America.  Here is a link to the Ellis Island official website.

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This poem is on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty...

THE NEW COLOSSUS

by Emma Lazarus

 

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land,

Here at our sea-washed, sunset- gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin-cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she,

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore;

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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