The problems and hardships i have faced in America

Having the city overcrowded is what make living so hard. We have to put garbage in the streets or alley ways and the bathroom was the gutters outside. Horses would come by, their manure lying in the streets, people walking in it and children playing...disgusting and unsanitary. Clothes hanging one wires building to building...window to window. Walls starting to corrode. children unhappy of the situation. i miss the smiles on their faces, so sad they look and how painful it is to be in.

There was a dead horse in the street a couple days ago...I think they just got ride of it today. Poor kids, it must be hard on them growing up in these conditions. I believe there are people who get paid five dollars to clean the streets and get rid of the trash; they hardly ever do it...but i know they still get paid for it. I really hate it when people do that; they get money for doing nothing and it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it.

The other hardest things to deal with was fires. They jump building to building never letting up. Sometimes we would be lucky and rain would come when a fire started spreading. Some fires took days to put out because we did not have enough water. If a place burnt down in one of our Irish ghettos we would all raise money and send it to the people to rebuild and start the business over again. We are one big family that takes cares of one another. Even factories would catch on fire, those would be some of the worst ones...people would get trapped in the buildings and smoke would suffocate them.

The water was even hazardous for us. We had to boil the water for a while or buy some from horse draw carts and try to save as much as we could. Some neighbors of ours once got typhoid fever...it was hard to see them sick. the water was unsafe and they got sick. the one time they did not take any precaution to drinking it they got sick. it took a while for them to get better but they lived and that was the most important part.

Along with these unhealthy conditions being Irish did not help. I wanted to walk around the city and meet new people, not of Irish decent...but that had become impossible. where ever i went people would throw things at me and kick me out of their stores and restaurants. So i stuck with the Irish ghettos, the place i know i am welcome.