As I take in news reports about ICE raids and fearful immigrants in my community and around the country, I wonder how many of us know our own family immigration histories, writes Linda Engelhard. My father was firmly committed to family and shared with us what he knew of their journeys. He was the son of new immigrants, born in the now famous Springfield, Ohio, 98 years ago. At that time, his mother was miserable. She spoke only Dutch and had no one to talk with except my grandfather, the man who had convinced her to cross the Atlantic in the belly of a ship. She gave him a choice: buy her passage back to the Netherlands or move to Michigan near other Dutch immigrants.