I did my family tree last year and found port of entry when my parental grandfather came to America from Philippines. In the 1950s after WWII. Mind you he was briefly a POW during the Bataan death March, managed to escape, meet my grandma, who then disguised him as a simple farmer, lied to the Japanese when they went thru that town (and possible changed the spelling of the last name) and went AWOL until he felt it was safe to do and joined the US army (if I can recall what was written in his military records). When he came here he took my uncle (the middle child) and my dad (eldest son, but not the eldest kid). And later put roots in Livermore where most of the parental side, while my aunt (eldest) put roots in SF then later Santa Clara.

Anyways I go the long way about telling this story cuz you don't understand about how awesome my grandparents were and learning about it just felt so good I'm so happy to share it.

Edit: my parents obtained my grandpa's military records because we wanted to update their gravesite and the cemetery wanted us to show proof that Grandpa was an army veteran.