The last episode I finally got them to film our daily walk along the waterfront. We went to Valentino Park near Red Hook and took some footage at the pier. The footage is beautiful and the scenery is not the cliche shots you get of the New York Skyline because I took them to the industrial parts that only a native knows about.
I tell Lisa "One hundred years ago in 1902 my grandmother came over over on the boat a frightened young girl from Ischia and immediately went to work in a factory sewing shirts. It was just blind luck that it was in Brooklyn and not at the Triangle factory. Then when she had a family they made extra money sewing buttons on cards for a few pennies. Now one hundred years later we built a shop where we make clothes manufactured in America that people come from all over the world to buy. It just goes to show you what a great country America is."
Then we kiss and as we do you can see the Statue of Liberty out in the harbor so close it feels like you can touch it.
They didn't like that. I think they just don't love America.
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I'm tearin' up.
Seriesly, didn't they have the smarts to understand a change of pace from just one thing is welcome to most viewers? Apparently not. Maybe what was cut can be restored in future shows. If it still exists that is.
The band may be playing a tune that began with a Mister Cohan, hip hooray the American Way, the world is a stage the stage is a world of ENTERT-A-I-N-M-E-N-T..........
Just so it is clear, they not only don't like America, they hate it with incredible intensity. They are democrats, after all.
Did you ever read the book, Triangle? It's written by a Washington Post reporter and is very good. My grandmother had a friend who stayed in NYC, her family moved to Ct after a year in the city. Grandma lost touch w/ her friend and always was haunted by the fear she died @ the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. She friend was a seamstress. The book has a full accounting of who died. Grandma mentioned her friends name, but I didn't remember it. By the time the book was published anyone in our fam who would have remembered the name was dead.
The crazy thing was Grandma could have ended up sewing there if the people of her village moved to Little Italy. They moved to South Brooklyn instead so they didn't end up in that tragedy.
Sixty you have no idea how much they despise normal regular Americans. They despised church goers especially regardless of if they were Christians or Jews.
They were truly reprehensible people.
I do have an idea, that's why I wrote what I wrote. I deal with those communist cocksuckers where I sell, and they truly want to recreate Joe Stalin's hell right here in this formerly great country. They are all Obama voters.
Then we kiss and as we do you can see the Statue of Liberty out in the harbor so close it feels like you can touch it.
They didn't like that. I think they just don't love America.
You nailed it.
A friend of mine's mom came to America from Puerto Rico. Her mom died, leaving her dad with three kids. Her aunt in NYC wrote him and told him to pick one and send them to her to raise. He picked my friend's mom, because she was the smallest and would benefit the most, he figured.
Luck of the draw. About a million of those stories over the years. We all have benefited from some of them, eh?
...so close it feels like you can touch it.
The freedom represented in that story and picture truly is close and real.
I've a sepia photo dated 1904 of my Dutch immigrant grandfather Adrian, standing with a group of factory workers with this written on the back:
Adrian started working at the Brass Works at age 14, in 1902, working diligently at anything put before him from running errands, to operating the Tool Room machinery to learn making machinery and tools, even patterns for machine parts, etc. The superintendent had worked with his brothers and knew a hard working Hollander. As soon as Adrian told him his name was ____(family name), he thought he had a good boy and taught Adrian as though he was his own son. He died from smallpox when Adrian was 18 yrs old.
Armed with this start and an 8th grade education, he became the owner of a large and successful machine shop specializing in screw machine products (Brown and Sharps and later, CNC's).
His faith led him to give away most of his wealth, so we did not inherit financial rewards from his endeavors, but our two boys are both hard workers and craftsmen, adept at fixing and repairing almost anything mechanical.
Well shame on anyone who lives in this great country and doesn't love it. My father NEVER went back to the old country to visit, he refused, said he had no use for it anymore. The minute my parents were eligable to become citizens they did, when I was 9 years old, I became naturalized, my childish signature and picture are on my naturalization certificate.
My parents were incredibly proud to finally be Americans, my brother served as a Corpsman during Vietnam and my daughter followed in the footsteps of her uncle, also a Corpsman.
Trooper I know your little Italian Nona would be proud of her grandson and what he's accomplished.
I was dissapointed to learn that we never were on Ellis
Island, it was already closed by the time we arrived on US soil in 1955.
May 28, 2012 12:37 AM
The Triangle fire - what a tragedy. Max Blanck and Isaac Harris, the owners, had the fire escape doors locked to prevent theft.
They were tried for manslaughter but got off.
rocean, You're correct, that was during the Tammany Hall days. Virtually all the victims were Eastern European Jews and Italians. The one positive was that this created a furor and sensible fire codes, that are still the basis of our current fire codes, went into effect ater this tragedy.
Another landmark fire was Our Lady Of Angels school fire in Chicago[late 50's]. At least 80 kids died. The problem there were wooden staircases that acted like a chimney spreading the fire rapidly. No more wooden staircases after that.
they not only don't like America, they hate it with incredible intensity. They are democrats, after all.
I'm helping a very good friend who is running for a elected office from our State. Even though he is on the Democrat ticket. He is really a Blue Dog style Dem and is pro 2nd amendment and actually pretty conservative....for a Democrat. If it weren't that we have known each other and he has been a staunch personal friend, I wouldn't be doing this. I owe him. My position is to help him with fund raising: something that I am skilled in from my stockbroker days.
HOWEVER, I don't know how much longer I can go on with this because it means that I am talking to Democrats all day long. They are the most ignorant people I have ever come across,uninformed about almost everything, refuse to consider that there might be another side, full of bile. They actually seem to be so full of hate.
In some ways I feel like a secret double agent. Undercover Conservative listening to the inside thoughts of Liberals. I feel like such a hypocrite because I have to keep my thoughts to myself and just listen to them spew. If I hear 'teabagger' one more time, I'm going to blow a fucking gasket.
I guess, I'll hang in until after the June primary. If he goes on to the General, good for him, but I think that I will have to find a family emergency that makes it impossible to continue.
Thanks for letting me vent. Aaarrrrgh!!!
I didn't know Allie's parents were immigrants!
I was an immigrant too, born in
Linz Austria, so my kids are first generation Americans. My family were ethnic Germans that lived in Croatia and Hungary since the time of the great migrations east, after the Turks were defeated.
My first ancestors to leave Hesse, Germany and travel up the Danube to the Austo - Hungarian lands in 1720 were indentured servants who ran away from service because the master would not release them from their servitude.
These Germans known as Donauschwaben, settled in first in lands near to the Danube in Austro Hungary and kept moving further east. After WW2 they were either expelled from all the eastern lands or put in work camps, or were more fortunate to have been evacuated with the retreating German army, as were my parents.
The people from their area in Slavonia, Croatia ended up in Austria as displaced persons. We lived in Camp Haid, near Linz Austria,where I was born in 1952, until we were granted Visa's to America, and crossed the Atlantic in the old troop carrier, the USS General Langfitt, from Bremerhaven Germany to New York City, USA!
My apologies to those of you who have already read parts of this immigrant story of mine.
Well, that's cool.
I don't have much of a family history but I'm pretty sure 1/32nd Cherokee.
EBL did a post a while ago on the Triangle Fire and I dredged up a link to an old Edison film: link
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