MusicMan said:
After WWII, I was born into a bombed-out London suburb. My parents decided to emigrate to Australia,
Hi, MusicMan:
Your response is helping me think about the answers that are all around me.
So, you emigrated. You were part of the Great Migrations of our era. Great Migrations were part of the end of the Classical Antiquity, too.
Was there anyone to meet you when your family arrived in Australia? Was there anyone who helped you settle in? Family, Church, government agency? (In a couple of the little communities my own family moved to when I was a child, there were actually Newcomers Clubs.)
Who did you turn to in life’s little (or great) emergencies when your family was newly settled?
From what areas of life did you assemble social networks? School, employment, other????
Is there anything you remember being a godsend to you and your family in the process of settling in?
Do you keep in touch with people from the old country? Do you see any essential differences between them and yourselves that you can attribute to the experience of emigration?
My own family did a lot of moving around, too, looking for better economic opportunities; yet that wasn’t what came to mind when I framed my question about making a new world after disaster. But hey, it’s right in my face, and it’s a BIG part of the answer.
I work among people who are largely recent immigrants, and their children are providing the newer cohort. Most of them had to learn a new language, or learn where they could do what they need to do in their own language. The children grew up serving as translators to their parents. Most of them have family networks in the destination country to ease the process of settling in. A lot of them are on some form of government assistance, which complicates their lives a lot.
The elbow-to-elbow at work contact between emigrants from various “old countries” serves to break down cultural barriers in many cases, but erects some in other cases. Some individuals learn to appreciate the humanity of people different from themselves, while others see minor cultural differences as reasons for suspicion and avoidance.
I am in a position to see the effect of compulsory public schooling on the second generation—and, for the most part, it isn’t good. The youngsters benefit from being able to speak the local language fluently. But in very basic ways they are disadvantaged compared to their emigrant counterparts. Basic intelligence and confidence to tackle a new challenge characterizes the emigrant parents, while 12 years of sitting in a desk, and submitting to a pecking order takes its toll on the kids.
My own family network has been pretty much destroyed by geographic dislocations. We hear from family at births, wedding, funerals—but hardly ever can travel the thousands of miles required to attend the rituals connected with them. Friendships formed in school have suffered a similar fate. And, in my own case, other social networks have not really compensated. It would seem to be a general phenomenon in a certain socio-economic strata in my country.