Note: He'd been in the US for almost 13 years when he wrote it, and his English was quite fluent (I cannot tell from reading the article that it's not his native language). However, I modernized his punctuation and capitalization, and added a couple of paragraph breaks to make it flow a little better, but otherwise made no changes.
We immigrated, my wife and myself with our two children, to the United States coming from France. After a few fully expected hardships, the usual American miracle worked its way and our life started following a quite successful course. My situation with a research department of a major oil company in a midwestern city quickly improved, the children loved their schools; we made a lot of friends.Then came the great day when my wife and myself became citizens of this republic. We were both sitting in a federal courtroom along with about 30 other prospective new Americans. Around us stood delegations of schools, civic organizations, Daughters of the American Revolution with flags, all waiting to see the forthcoming ceremony and greet all of us.The bailiff asked us to rise. Silence spread over the solemn courtroom. The federal judge was about to enter.Suddenly, for a reason I could not explain, I felt a compulsion to address myself to a friend standing with his wife in front of me, and who also were about to become citizens. "Lotar," I said in a very quiet whisper, "do you know what will happen to me tonight?""No," was his scarcely audible answer."Well," I said, "for the first time in my life I'll go to bed with an American girl."My poor wife beside me and my poor friends in front of me had to strive hard to overcome an irresistible urge to laugh. The judge entered. Then we all became genuinely solemn.252 wordsFrom Arthur LubinskiTulsa, Oklahoma
Grandpa wrote that they were in a federal courtroom, so I think they must have been in the Boulder Avenue Federal Building and Post Office, which was built in 1917:
The Page Belcher Federal Building wasn't built until 1967, 15 years after my grandparents became citizens, so it couldn't have been there. These days, naturalization ceremonies are held at local high schools, museums, and other locations like stadiums or the YMCA and occasionally at the Belcher building.
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