Read this excerpt from Immigrant Kids. Giuseppe and I held tightly to Stepfather's hands, while
Liberta and Helvetia clung to Mother. Passengers all
about us were crowding against the rail. Jabbered
conversations, sharp cries, laughs and cheers
steadily rising din filled the air. Mothers and fathers
lifted up babies so that they too could see, off to the
left, the Statue of Liberty.