Grandpa Tom came to the U.S. when he was ten years old. Because his family arrived in the chaos of the United State’s entry into World War I, it took several years before he was able to become a naturalized citizen. (His family had been waiting to board the Lucitania to come to the U.S. when the boat was sunk on its way into England — but that’s a story for another day …)
In 1983, Grandpa was interviewed by my brother Charlie about many things, including Grandpa’s story of becoming a citizen. Here’s the story and a few pictures. I’m honored to be the granddaughter of one who left his home, came to this country, and became a citizen.
All the Wonders 
What a wonderful surprise on Independence Day, and what a lovely tribute to my father, a man who proudly and properly flew the American Flag from a flagpole in his front yard every day after receiving citizenship.
Sandy,
Thanks for the reminder. How could I forget about the flag? I heard a story on NPR this morning about folks getting their citizenship and it reminded me of this recording we had squirreled away.
Love you!
Beth
What a wonderful story! Even if it is told by a former Englishman. My people (Scots) don’t care much for the English. 😉
Tracy, Perhaps the reason you liked him so much is that Mr. Wilson, my dad, was actually born in Kimberley, South Africa, and thus, not really an Englishman. His father was English, but his mother was Irish. Again, all that is fodder for a story from Beth at another time.
Tracy, I didn’t know you were Scottish. No wonder Jack loves you so much. 🙂
Sandy, meet Tracy. She is one of Jack’s best friends. (And ours, too.) Tracy, meet my Aunt Sandy. (My mom’s sister. ) I was her baby – born when she was about — was it 12?
Beth