Last night I watched some of the Convention. In between speeches I had commentary on and the Queen of TR, who was playing a game on her laptop quipped that it sounded like NPR. She wasn't far off, I had the PBS broadcast on. Lucky for me they taped the Gov. of Massachusetts while they were talking so we went back to him and heard his speech in full. I was impressed, of course, with what he had to say and I wondered what cabinet position he would be offered in an Obama administration. Then I thought about my own family. My grandpop only went to school up to 4th grade and then became a blacksmith apprentice in Italy. He left, alone, as a young teen to come to the U.S. and Canada where he had some family. He neither read nor spoke English. He was in the country illegally but always worked. Having lived in the U.S. and Canada, he eventually met someone and wanted to build a life in the U.S. but the quota of Italians from Italy and Canada was full so he went to Cuba and became a citizen and came back under the Italian quota from Cuba. He married my grandmom continued to work hard as a stone mason, became naturalized as a U.S. citizen, and raised 2 sons including a doctor. One Sunday he took my grandmom for a drive in Princeton, NJ to see the work he was doing near a new school that was being built in the woods by a French order of nuns. They were impressed by the tranquility of the school and wondered what sort of girls would go there. Years later, their baby boy would send his baby girl there. That's the beauty of the American Dream.
As I listened to the speeches last night I couldn't imagine why everyone doesn't like to do the right thing, the things that benefit everyone. Then, this morning, I realized that it's like driving. When you are on a road and see a "lane closed ahead" sign there are two types of drivers. One driver moves over immediately and then lets others in. Sure, the whole process slows but everyone gets where they are going on time and never has to stop. Then there is the other driver. He sees the sign and races down the lane to get ahead of everyone else and then stops traffic while he nudges in. He doesn't really gain but he prevents anyone from getting more than he does. Meanwhile, we all lose because traffic is at a standstill because we had to deal with his antics rather than go slower and alternate and we all win. I think the cooperative driver who ensures we all get to work on time is the Democrat.
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Oh Laura, I'm reading your post and am close to tears. I'm fascinated by your story of your grandparents. It's amazing the things we don't even know about the people we know, isn't it?
You're right about the convention, of course. I've been glued to it. Don and I were very impressed with that particular speech you're referring to - Deval Patrick, current gov. of my old home state. Though I've gotta say, the little meany in me rejoiced when I heard Dennis Kucinich and the line he wasn't allowed to say. Something to the effect of the Republicans wanting 4 more years when they should be getting 10 to 20!
My mother had always wanted my grandpop to speak Italian to me when I was a little girl and he never would, insisting he was an American and he was always proud to be an American. A couple of years ago my mother was reading a Lisa Scottoline book and learned about the internment of Italian-Americans during WWII. http://scottoline.com/Site/Italians/internment.aspx She and my father used Scottoline's research and did some of their own and decided that my grandpop must have been forced to register and was shamed by that and tried to make sure he wasn't accused of anything because he and my grandmom sent care packages to his mother and sisters in Italy. He must have been terrified that his dream would come crashing down.
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