Following is my photo essay of our visit. It was a day filled with images that are provocative, graphic and most of all American.
Miss Liberty from front, side and back...in all her majesty.
Trunks...with all a family owned or could carry.
The Great Hall, where every immigrant had hope to enter our country.
Images of rooms, graffiti, electric panel of the past and faces....always the faces.
Peering out and looking into your eyes almost as if you were there... children separated from their parents, parents separated from their children or their own parents.
Reflections, my own boots standing on the same tiles where so many passed and the ghost like visitors exploring the same.
And then the long awaited and sought after future in America. Jobs? Unions? Immigration laws?
Ellis Island opened in 1892 and was operational until 1954. It closed, but left behind the inner workings....the tools, the beds, the sinks and the furniture. The signature of humanity as well.
The Museum at Ellis Island opened in 1990 after a 150 Million Dollar renovation. So much history to be seen and thankfully preserved. A view from one window shows the Freedom Tower and the New York Harbor...another the water tower that supplied those passing through yesterday and today.
And leaving towards our New York City destination and then home.