JHCC Posted February 16, 2017 Share Posted February 16, 2017 My friend Rob Hardy is the Poet Laureate of Northfield, MN. With his permission, I am sharing a photo and a poem he shared earlier today on Facebook. "Here's my great-grandfather, Andrew Peter Atterberg, outside his blacksmith shop, pretending to shoe a child's hobby horse. My great-grandfather arrived in the United States from Sweden in 1884. Without immigrants, I would not be here." He arrived in New York Harbor a year before the Statue of Liberty. It was 1884, a year of bank bailouts. He found work on the docks, a room in an immigrant hotel where recruiters came to hire homesick men to work the fields on little upstate farms. He was born in a city of shipbuilders and ended up behind the plow amid Cayuga’s landlocked hills. He came across the ocean to end his days on a few acres of glacial till, a piece of America he could call his own. We all grow our stories in ground prepared by someone else. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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