My father came to this country in 1947…the year before I was born.
Dad had minimal English and began his new life in New York shoveling coal on the Staten Island Ferry.
He was a hard worker and over time his English became functional. He gained citizenship and got a skilled labor job, repairing heavy oil burners. It was what he did for the rest of his work life and he did it well. Continue reading “Liberty revised: Rebirth of the Know-Nothings”