|Barracks (front) and Hospital (rear)|
|China Cove and the Immigration Station|
In a nice bit of serendipity a woman who works at the Tenement Museum in New York City happened to be on the island as part of her vacation in California. She is very interested in genealogy outside of her job, and she was thrilled to find out that there was a family history event going on. We had trouble deciding who the biggest genealogy geek was.
I am happy I had the opportunity to visit Angel Island because my stepsons' grandfather, who was from Punjab, India, came through the island when he arrived in the United States in the 1920's. Through research I have learned he was not detained, even though Indians were classifed similarly to Chinese (as "Asians" under the Chinese Exclusion Act), because he came as a student, not an immigrant. But just knowing that he went through there made the visit special.
CGS has posted several excellent photographs of the day taken by Judy Bodycote on its blog.
The one flaw in my day was the climb from the ferry dock at Ayala Cove to the immigration station. I swear I was told it was about a mile, but it's actually closer to a mile and a half, and most of it is uphill. My poor little old knees were not happy. The next time I go to Angel Island, I think I'll take the tram to the immigration station instead.