your childhood home
aleen
my parents still live in the home that i grew up in. it's kinda neat
because my dad is a very skilled handyman, and my mother has an amazing
flare for decorating and design, so my mother designed our house and my
father built it (he was a firefighter who worked "four on four off" so was
able to build it on his days off) in late 1973 and my family moved into it
in january of 1974 (i wasn't born yet!). it's a rather large house with
white siding and black shutters, and four large pillars in the front,
basically it is/was my parents' dream house! every room was well thought
out and very personalized. in 1974 our kitchen was decorated all in harvest
gold (tee hee, don't laugh, it was the seventies!), and when i reflect back
i would say it was a very "sunny" room, full of fresh daisies, and there
were big windows that were covered with gold sheer curtains that let the
perfect amount of sunlight into the house! my bedroom was blue and my
sister had near identical rooms (except her's was pink) with white
furniture, a four poster canopy bed, a ruffly bedspread, and ruffly
curtains, yikes!
but besides the actual house and its decor the neighbourhood was an amazing
place to grow up, when my parents first bought the property my mother, being
the city girl she was/is, was angry that she had to live "out in the
sticks" (in reality, we were only a five minute drive to downtown, but at
the time our street wasn't very heavily populated and the road was still
dirt!), but she soon grew to love the semi-rural quiet neighbourhood. there
were always lots of kids to play with on our street, and summers seemed to
last forever. our next door neighbours, the sved family, they had 8
children and they used to get upset because we got to have our own fancy
bedrooms, but we used to cry to our mom "no fair, they get to sleep on BUNK
BEDS! and they have a big picnic table right in their kitchen, why can't we
have that?" LOL. summers were spent playing on our swingset in the back
with the neighbourhood kids, going to the corner store (where they had the
coolest collection of flavoured licorice, anyone remember BUTTERSCOTCH
flavoured licorice??) and running through the sprinklers (don't laugh, we
used to play this game where we would wrap ourselves up in the TWISTER GAME
and roll down our front lawn, through the sprinklers and into the ditch, and
we'd spend HOURS doing this, don't ask we were weird kids, tee hee!). and
in our back yard, we used to climb the big trees and even tried to make a
treefort (until the mean boy next door and his friends snuck in and put up
pictures of naked girls, gasp!)
today that same neighbourhood is very much developed and has attracted all
sorts of yuppy families and is now called "sherwood estates", jeez! once
recently i heard some snooty lady talking about how she lives in "sherwood
estates" and i said "oh really? my parents have lived there for 27 years"
and that shut her up! i hope this post isn't read as being sugary, i mean
my family and my life was not perfect, but i had a wonderful upbringing and
extremely happy memories of growing up in my house during the 70s and 80s.
the feel of the neighbourhood is not the same anymore, when i visit my
parents, neighbours don't know each other anymore, but i smile when i see
kids playing in their yards because perhaps they will have the same
wonderful memories that i have. i was 17 when i moved out and that for me
marks the end of an era and the end of my innocence, but i will always look
back and smile....
have a great day guys! :-)
aleen the karaoke queen (who has spared you the agony of one of her typical
long winded posts for a long time!)
Oil Impressionist
We lived in three different houses that I recall, and they were all
different, but the people were the same. I think I had the same kind
of upbringing you had. In the city though, but a neigborhood full of
kids.
One house I remember well was a duplex two-story. It seemed huge to
me, with one blank wall (no windows) which we threw our Super Balls
against . . . until Mom or Dad had enough and asked us to stop.
Dawna
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aleen wrote:
> hey guys! tell me about the home that you grew up in!
I grew up in a brick apartment building in Flushing, NY from 1964 - 1977.
Everything in my bedroom was red, white and blue to celebrate the bicentennial.
My parents were into modern furniture back then. Almost everything in the
apartment was black & white. Our living room had a bright orange rug, black &
white curtains, black couch, white tables, etc. (Sounds gross now but it looked
nice back then!) We also had this orange vinyl chair that spun around. My
friends and I would take turns and spin each other as fast as we could - until
my mom would finally chase us outside :-)
It was a beautiful neighborhood back then and a lovely place to grow up. It was
the kind of neighborhood that had lots of courts and great hiding spots. I used
to bike ride in Flushing Meadow Park and play handball and squash at the park on
the corner. Unfortunately the place is run down now but I have many happy
memories that will last me my whole life...
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WiNK
right down to the house!!!!! My dad designed our home, built in
1976.....white colonial style with black shutters, but with *brick* pillars!
:-) 6 bedrooms, as we had a big family.... it was considered a big home for
the time because we grew up in such a small town. (Incidentally, this small
town is now overrun with sprawling enormo-houses as all the Californians
move here. :-) Each of us kids picked which room we wanted and WHAT COLOR
CARPET we wanted, which ended up being a bit scary. Still, my dad was so
ahead of his time as he was also in real estate. He had custom oak
cabinetry in the kitchen, which made it easier to sell 2 years ago..... the
strange thing is, I was not as sad seeing it go as I was our *first* home in
the small town of Windsor, Colorado. It is a brick ranch style (small and
cozy--much better memories attached to it for some reason), and I pass it
every time I take my daughter to school.
Nadine
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The Wanderer
the '50s but it was, in a European way, very ethnically diverse. We had a
store across the street run by european Jews that sold hot dogs, knishes,
shakes, malteds, and frozen custard. A regular mini-Coney Island. There were
Irish bars (hey, no shot intended, I'm half Irish), Norwegian delicatessens,
Greek and Norwegian diners, Italian butchers, and barbers. A Kresge (the
owner's are now K Mart) & Woolworth's 5 & 10 There were places to get every
type of food. I grew up in an apartment building with 6 families, over two
stores ( the building was owned by my grandmother). To picture the building
think back to A Bronx Tale. We lived on 5th Avenue which was the main drag,
the main shopping center. If you were bored, you got a pillow and leaned out
the window to watch the people go by. You'd see everyone you knew when you
leaned out there for awhile. On summer nights the entertainment was free.
There were Doo Wop groups on almost every corner singing their songs for
free. All the young couples would walk the avenue to be seen and see
everyone else. Motorcycles would rev up and cruise the avenue, as would
convertibles. Groups of guys and girls would cruise the strip looking to
meet other groups and hopefully connect with members of the opposite sex.
There was jukebox music coming from all the bars, and there were one or two
of them on every block. The avenue was the life blood/aorta of the
neighborhood. The side streets were apartment buildings and two family homes
There was no street crime in those days because every block had it's own
little clique. If you snatched a chain or a pocketbook (these things were
unheard of) you couldn't get off the block alive. You would have "fallen
down" enough times that by the time the cops got there the crook would
welcome the rescue.
The building: wasn't much to speak of. All 4 room apartments where
whole families were raised. there were two 8'x10' rooms and two 12'x15'
rooms. Small to think of now, but all of my warm loving childhood memories
were there. The pictures that I now look at, of that time, envelope me-if
they were taken in that apartment, and bring a warm safe feeling.
The neighborhood became a Puerto Rican neighborhood around '68. But
I stuck it out 'til '89. Now there's no diversity at all. It's all Hispanic
with a few hardcore white homeowners who just wouldn't leave. The Mexicans
(and you cant convince me that half are legal with the numbers that have
come) have deluged the area displacing the Puerto Rican's. My daughter's
(step-daughter's) mother lives in that neighborhood. She's Puerto Rican.
There's tension there now between Puerto Ricans & Mexicans, because the
Mexicans have deluged the neighborhood all at once. My daughter tells me
that she no longer feels at home, in HER OWN neighborhood. She was born and
raised there. I just explained that that's how MY people felt 30 years ago.
It's just a part of the ethnic change of the neighborhood. Such is life in a
Port Of Entry city. I just miss the diversity and there isn't any anymore in
that neighborhood. And all the other neighborhoods are being swallowed up by
yuppies, who then make sure that it is too expensive for anyone but them to
live there. The second largest Chinatown on the east coast is three blocks
away. And they have taken over the whole strip of 8th Avenue which was the
main Norwegian drag until just acouple of years ago. Speaking English is now
a rarity in that neighborhood. Change is unsettling but this was like a
tidal wave. Some people are uncomfortable speaking ethnically but I make no
disparagement, only comments on demographics. To acknowledge reality is not
a negative thing.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
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"Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
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>
> aleen wrote:
>
> > hey guys! tell me about the home that you grew up in!
>
Molly Fanton
hours southeast of Buffalo (I just found out there's another Wellsville, NY near
NYC). It was very rural, and we barely had any minorities living there. There
were a few people that came from Laos and there was a black family living there,
but for the most part it was a white community.
Now when I go back it's getting more and more diverse, because of the hospital
there. I've noticed a lot of Middle Eastern people living there. I wish my
home town would get more exposed to different ethnic groups and races, because
IMHO there are a lot of racist feelings there.
Molly, hoping nobody from Wellsville is reading this NG
The Wanderer wrote:
> > > hey guys! tell me about the home that you grew up in!
> >
aleen
front door was very big, and it was green on the inside, and we had those
rubber spiders that you'd throw against the wall and it would "crawl" down,
we would spend a whole day throwing those spiders against the door, LOL!
Oil Impressionist wrote in message <8sormp$hka$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>...
>What a great essay, Aleen!
>
>We lived in three different houses that I recall, and they were all
>different, but the people were the same. I think I had the same kind
>of upbringing you had. In the city though, but a neigborhood full of
>kids.
>
>One house I remember well was a duplex two-story. It seemed huge to
>me, with one blank wall (no windows) which we threw our Super Balls
>against . . . until Mom or Dad had enough and asked us to stop.
>
>Dawna
>
>
>In article <suvivbj...@corp.supernews.com>,
> "aleen" <@baynet.net> wrote:
Dixon Hayes
not the same place in a lot of ways. My old bedroom is now an exercise room;
my sister's bedroom is the guest room/computer room; the climbing trees have
all been cut down and there's a deck behind the house with a screened in porch.
When I was growing up it first seemed like such a big place (our first house I
can remember was a small rental) but then got crowded when my other sister and
my brother came along. But it still didn't change as drastically as the
neighborhood around it. It was originally one big field with maybe five houses
around it. Greatest place in the world for a kid to play, all the football,
chase, cops/robbers room in the world. We felt like we *owned* the outside.
Then old man Marker (who used to chase us out of his cornfields) sold it all
and it became subdivided for new houses with chain link fences. Someone took
our "outside" away from us and our parents couldn't understand why we now just
wanted to sit at home all the time and watch cartoons.
Dixon
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always count on finding a super ball or two up there...not to mention a Frisbee
or a Nerf boomerang...
Jamie
was a wasp neighbourhood in the outer suburbs of Toronto in a small town of 1500
people. The house was a sidesplit brick house, brown. Hardwood floors gave way to
green carpet in the early 70s and our chrome kitchen table and chairs gave way to a
fake wood and orange vinyl chairs in the 70s. The basement was brown panelling,
brown couch, bamboo chair, b&w tv hooked up with the latest game ... Pong!
Other than Saturday morning cartoons and stopping to watch the Flintstones, we
spent the time outside. Playing jumpsies with ropes of tied together elastics,
double dutch, climbing trees, building forts, riding bikes, toboganning on the big
hill just past the farmer's field. It was a big deal once a year to go to downtown
Toronto for the Santa Claus parade and see the Simpson and Eaton's windows
decorated for Christmas.
Driving through the town now is a different and somewhat disarming experience.
There are several stop lights (only used to be one), the population has exploded,
and much more multicultural (which I see as a good thing... my sister is native
Indian (adopted), a very visible minority in a very wasp neighbourhood). A second
McDonalds is being built, and 2 more grocery stores, all the fast food chains. The
haunted house is long gone. When I drive through I sometimes get disoriented... I'm
in Maple?! Where the heck am I anyway?!
Jamie
Teu...@webtv.net
when Olmstead AFB closed. My father transferred to McClellan AFB in
North Highlands, Ca. in 1967.
The house we lived in was part of a new development near the base. We
had a yellow/brown 3 bdr. ranch-style house that sat around the corner
from my elementary school.
What I remember most is the wide, open spaces nearby. There were fields
everywhere, unfinished developments, and farm land. I also remember the
clear blue sky, waking up to birds singing, and how quiet the
neighborhood was when the air-traffic over the base was light.
It is now 33 yrs later. The wide, open spaces are gone. A few fields
remain. The farmers land is all housing & apts. The sky is mostly a hazy
brown, the birds are gone, and the neighborhood is noisy with traffic,
boom-boxes, roving bands of loud kids, and road repair crews.
My mom still lives there in the same house, but the neighborhood just
isnt the same. And sadly, McClellan AFB is scheduled to close in 2002
(it was the heart of North Highlands).
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger'
- Friedrick Nietzsche
Tiny Dancer
>hey guys! tell me about the home that you grew up in!
Reading all the other great memories makes this even harder to
say again as I have before, I didn't have a childhood home :-(
Let's see if I can break it down without turning it into a novel!
First part of 1970, I was in England (Southend) with my grandparents
on my father's side while my Mum and Dad toured Vietnam with the
band. They had a wonderful house, real classic English cottage by
the sea complete with rose bushes, a veggie garden, a milkman and
an outhouse. My Grandpa and I would take bags of bread my Grandma
had baked and chopped up for the birds down by the sea wall and
we always stopped for an ice cream cone at the little carnival place
on the way home. It was a casino last time I visited (late '70s before
my Grandpa died) but still a small and friendly place. Goodness knows
what's there now.
For the rest of the year, ('70) I was in the front seat of our blue Chevy
station wagon as the band did a school/university tour through Minnesota,
the Dakotas and Iowa (276 schools in total, I spent most of my time in
either the library or, ironically, the computer room).
My Mum and I flew back to Australia in '71 and stayed for 5 months
after my Grandma on her side of the family died. That's the closest
I can get to a childhood home, the one I was born in in Balmain, Sydney.
Two levels, small and old even then, it had an outhouse I never used
after dark and a free-standing tub my cousin, Gail, would throw water
behind when she was finished in the bath to send *thousands* of
cockroaches scurrying over the side and into *my* water! Still have
nightmares about that. But I also remember the creak on the stairs at
night which meant Gail was sneaking downstairs to see me after
everyone else was asleep. We'd giggle and talk in whispers until
Aunt Gloria would come down and send Gail back upstairs. So I never
held the cockroach thing against her :-)
In '72, we arrived in Vancouver, British Columbia, and then spent 3 months
on a cruise line gig (The Ocean Monarch, magical memories there).
Lived there until late '73 when we moved to Toronto for the first time.
Flew back to Vancouver for my parents' "second" wedding (I was the
flowergirl and didn't find out it was their first wedding until my 18th birthday!)
in '74 and stayed a couple of weeks before heading back to Toronto.
Another long road trip from there, 16 weeks at Holiday Inns (can you
begin to imagine how fun this was for a kid?).
That led into '75 when we moved to St. John's, Newfoundland, the
most stable part of my young life even though we lived in 4 different
homes in the 4 years we were there. Left in '79 to come back to Toronto
(where I am now but not the same house).
See why it's hard to narrow it down to one childhood home for me?!
The first time we lived in Toronto we had a high-rise apartment on
Dixon Avenue (Hi, Dixon, I lived on your street! ;-) and I found my first
best friend, Sharon. Those were wonderful times, I loved that place.
That's where I had my wall of Parker Stevenson pictures in my room
and where I first heard Elton's music (and saw my first soft porn, good
old Baby Blue Movies) so that place felt like home. Tried my first lemonade
stand there, too, which the cops shut down, if you can believe that! We
don't need no stinkin' vendor's permit, copper! We were 10, fer Pete's
sake, go catch a burgler or something.
I really envy those of you that stayed in one house for years at a time.
It may sound exciting to travel all over the place but what I wouldn't give
to have a solid base for my childhood memories. Or a brother or sister
to share it all with.
Cheers,
TD
When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
from Billy Joel's "You're My Home"
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Tiny Dancer
though some might enjoy it. I don't know if airplane companies
still do this but back then you could sign your kid up for the flight
club (like Junior V-Jet Club for Qantas like me) and get a book
for the pilots to sign whenever you flew their jets. There's space
for the date, the type of aircraft, destination, flight time and pilot's
signature. Here's my info for just part of 1971 (when the book starts):
August 19 - Qantas 707 (Boeing V-Jet) - Sydney to Bangkok
September 13 - Thai 602 (DL-8) - Bangkok to Hong Kong
September 29 - DC-8 - Hong Kong to Manilla
October 14 - DC-8 PAL - Manilla to Hong Kong
October 15 - B-707 CAL - Hong Kong to Taipei
October 25 - TWA 707 - Taipei to Okinawa
December 7 - NWA-1 (B-707) - Okinawa to Taipei
December 12 - PIC 829 - Taipei to Manilla
December 15 - Qantas 707 - Hong Kong to Sydney
And that's just '71, whew! Not sure I have the plane types quite right
as it appears pilots have a bit in common with doctors, the writing's
not always clear. It was so cool to be able to go into the cockpit and
meet the pilot with my little book in hand, was anyone else in one of
these? And I wonder if they still keep it up? I should take my book
with me next time just to see the pilot's face when I shove it under his
nose :-)
Cheers,
TD
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
from John Denver's "Leaving On A Jet Plane"
Lorrie
'57. It was a two story house, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. One of the bedrooms,
though, was our den. We had a bookcase that ran the whole length of the wall
filled with hundreds of books, puzzles and the set of encyclopedias. It's also
where we kept our little souvenirs from our family vacations. After my sister
was born, her and I shared a room until my brother moved out when I was 16. We
had twin beds with matching purple chenille bedspreads. I remember us kids
sliding down the banister and laying on blankets and sliding down the stairs
like we were on tobaggans. Also, I remember we used to hang from the upstairs
landing and see who could drop to the lowest stairstep.
When my daughter was born in '77 I brought her home to live in the same house
my parents had brought me home to 20 years earlier! After my parents divorced
they sold the house. I went back there July 1st, 1991 (I remember the date
because it was the day Michael Landon died). The place just didn't look the
same. On the outside anyway.
Lorrie
The Wanderer
strong, shoulders that you can cry on if necessary.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
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rach
where I'd be in 10 years time: an internationally famous designer, married,
rich, kids and living in Paris, Milan or Rome. Reality has a funny way of
saying...ok fuck you! lol
Now that I am just old and occasionally obnoxious, I have no idea what I
want to do,have not found a guy I can put up with for more than 12 months
and due to circumstances, live in the same house I grew up in.
My parents bought this house in 1967 and moved in that July after they were
married and came back from the honeymoon. It was built in 1953 and it a
sort of ranch style. A great number of the people that live on the street
are originals... they moved in as young couples when the place evolved out
of the mud that is construction ... and still keep watch over the comings
and goings of all. The rest are fairly recent additions... all within the
last 20 years or so but the thing that amazes me is the bond that is here.
They watch out for you. As a teenager and in my early 20s, I hated the fact
that there were at least 5 different neighbours in 5 different houses that
would report my comings and goings, parties and friends cars that came in
and out of the driveway. One lady even went so far as to inform my mother
that I was at the instant teller at 8:32pm and drove off with a car load of
kids (we were 18) in an easterly direction. (what the HELL ?!?)
I moved out and 2 hours away to college then after a brief stint at home
again, moved back to Toronto where I lived for a few years with my *then*
fiancé (long story there...). When *he* went to France to attend university
for a year, he said he would rather me move out of downtown Toronto (for my
safety) or back home and go to university. *We* decided on university and
home. I was miserable for the first while - nothing to do, no cool
friends, bad attitude... - then the *guy* decided on an alternative
lifestyle change (thanks for the overseas call to let me know) I sank deeper
into the whole - I have to get the hell out of here thing. Then, during a
routine operation, my dad died right in front of my mom and I. She went a
bit off the deep end and I was left to start making arrangements right then
and there at the hospital. The second person I called was the neighbour
across the street. The same lady that had made fishing games out of tin
foil, paperclips and sticks with string attached to them with a magnet on
the end. The *second* I pulled in the driveway, they were over and stayed
late in to the night. The man (he's 80 and very religious) didn't leave my
side - even when the priest said his 'prayers' and I left the room (I didn't
have a lot of happy thoughts for God at the time). The next day, it didn't
stop. It says in 'To Kill a Mockingbird' that "neighbours bring food with
death.." and nothing more true has ever been written. They filled two large
refrigerators, a deep freeze, a fruit cellar and started on the garage with
all sorts of casseroles and sweets. Grown men that I had seen working on
their houses - nailing, power tooling, jack hammering etc., were coming in
the door with tears in their eyes and a look of bewilderment that I thought
only children possess.
In the three years since, I have realized that I will likely stay with my
mom until I get married and move out and that's ok. This house has seen so
many things and I really wish the walls could talk. It has seen a myriad of
happy times, sad times, trips, cats, proms and shy teenage boys waiting in
mortal fear of my dad.
When I think of this house, I think of what I am told my dad said when he
carried me in for the first time, coming home from the hospital and the
being born thing - "day one".
Tiny Dancer
>Hey TD. If you need a brother:.......I could do it. I have large, soft, yet
>strong, shoulders that you can cry on if necessary.
Buddy, you're just about the nicest fella I've met online or otherwise, thanks
for this, bro. I didn't want it to sound too maudlin, I really did enjoy all the
travelling, I saw parts of the world I'll never have the chance to see again,
I'm sure. But, yeah, it would be so nice to have a Deja Vu experience like
Nadine did with her old house, just to be able to walk through my "old
neighborhood" would do me. I have home videos of me playing in a park
in Tokyo, swimming in the beautiful blue waters of Hawaii and visiting the
zoo in Hong Kong but nowhere I can really call "home". I've been settled
in Toronto for going on 21 years now, it feels like home, but I didn't get here
until I was 14, long after my childhood had passed, not the same.
But what I really missed was someone to share all these cool experiences
with like a brother or sister. My mother's a saint for dragging me around the
world and living in the lap of luxury for most of my life without turning me into
a snob. She balanced everything so well and has really earned her happy
retirement. But it hurts to know that my Dad had three boys with his first wife
(none of which want to get in touch with me now) and they stopped after me.
My mother's the only one I can reminise with about the good old days (not
discounting you guys and this fab ng, of course).
Anyway, this is turning into a ramble, sorry! That's what you get when I have
a few hours "off" (my son's with his Dad for the day, yeeha!). In conclusion,
thank you, Buddy, your shoulders look like just the place to rest my head.
Cheers,
TD
Ah, they all want your white body
And they await your reply
Ah, but between you and me and the Staten Island ferry
So do I
from Billy Joel's "Everybody Loves You Now"
Naz Reyes
ti...@idirect.com (Tiny Dancer) wrote:
> And so the word went out from "aleen" <@baynet.net>:
>
> >hey guys! tell me about the home that you grew up in!
>
> Reading all the other great memories makes this even harder to
> say again as I have before, I didn't have a childhood home :-(
> Let's see if I can break it down without turning it into a novel!
>
>
> My Mum and I flew back to Australia in '71 and stayed for 5 months
> after my Grandma on her side of the family died. That's the closest
> I can get to a childhood home, the one I was born in in Balmain,
Sydney.
> Two levels, small and old even then, it had an outhouse I never used
> after dark and a free-standing tub my cousin, Gail, would throw water
> behind when she was finished in the bath to send *thousands* of
> cockroaches scurrying over the side and into *my* water! Still have
> nightmares about that. But I also remember the creak on the stairs at
> night which meant Gail was sneaking downstairs to see me after
> everyone else was asleep. We'd giggle and talk in whispers until
> Aunt Gloria would come down and send Gail back upstairs. So I never
> held the cockroach thing against her :-)
Eh, TD, never got used to the THOUSANDS of roaches? You know, when I
was living in the Philippines, there were also thousands of them
*flying* around every single night and the kids used to catch them, tie
a string on their legs and let them fly around like airplanes! LOL.
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> I really envy those of you that stayed in one house for years at a
time.
> It may sound exciting to travel all over the place but what I wouldn't
give
> to have a solid base for my childhood memories. Or a brother or sister
> to share it all with.
>
> Cheers,
>
> TD
Hey, TD, sorry to hear that you missed out on that (having a bro or sis
and staying in one place). But, you know what? Your childhood was
probably much "calmer" than mine because if you have 2 bros. and a sis
(I do) all we do is compete with each other! It's like one big
competition, day in and day out. Now, you wouldn't want that, would
you?
I do have to say that it wasn't bad, though. I got used to it, and
since I always came out on top, I have no complaints with any of it!
LOL. Just kidding :)
Seriously, though, I always thought that my big bro and my younger sis,
*and* my youngest brother always overshadowed all of my
accomplishments!!! :-)
-Naz
Tiny Dancer
>Eh, TD, never got used to the THOUSANDS of roaches?
Nope! Don't miss them either nor having to shake out your shoes
in the morning before stepping into them or *CRUNCH!* :-P
>You know, when I was living in the Philippines, there were also
>thousands of them *flying* around every single night and the kids
>used to catch them, tie a string on their legs and let them fly around
>like airplanes! LOL.
*shudder* At least ours didn't fly or I'd be a basketcase! Funny thing
is I don't recall *any* roaches when we were in the Philippines, maybe
we just stayed in a fancy-schmancy hotel where they didn't exist.
>Hey, TD, sorry to hear that you missed out on that (having a bro or sis
>and staying in one place). But, you know what? Your childhood was
>probably much "calmer" than mine because if you have 2 bros. and a sis
>(I do) all we do is compete with each other! It's like one big competition,
>day in and day out. Now, you wouldn't want that, would you?
That's a side of life I don't regret missing out on, you're right there.
I experienced some of that when I stayed with some family friends
and their two daughters for a few months when I was a kid. Three girls,
you just know we all wanted to be Daddy's Girl whether we could all
legally call him Dad or not! "Look at my report card, Uncle Bill, I'm the
smart one!" or "Don't I look pretty in my dress? Much nicer than *she*
could ever hope to be!" :-)
>I do have to say that it wasn't bad, though. I got used to it, and
>since I always came out on top, I have no complaints with any of it!
>LOL. Just kidding :)
Must ... stop ... fingers ... from taking a cheap shot at the "on top" bit ...
>Seriously, though, I always thought that my big bro and my younger sis,
>*and* my youngest brother always overshadowed all of my
>accomplishments!!! :-)
But, Naz, you're one of us now, what else could you possibly need to
accomplish in life?
Cheers,
TD
I could whistle up an old tune
That your memory might recall
Rustle up some reminisce
'Bout the good old days and all
from Harry Chapin's "If My Mary Were Here"
The Wanderer
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
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> And so the word went out from "The Wanderer"
<rosieon...@worldnet.att.net>:
>
> >Hey TD. If you need a brother:.......I could do it. I have large, soft,
yet
> >strong, shoulders that you can cry on if necessary.
>
Bill Berckman
years old, and they still live there. Dad is in his 70s now, and his health is
not the same as it used to be, so I cut the grass for them now. It is kinda
nice that they still live in the same house. Everything is pretty much the
same as when I lived there. Only I know that the ripple on the wall in my old
bedroom was from an old Batman sticker that has been painted over many times
since then. One of the wooden steps leading up to a tree, that my friends and
I put there is still hangine in there. Once in a great while, I shoot a few
baskets in my old hoop which still resides in my parents backyard.
Bill Berckman
67 Beetle
2447 Aircooled Only VW Links http://aircooledlinks.com
Francis McGill
but one that is now all Hispanic has a "lack of diversity."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Buddy, as a white American with many Hispanic friends, I found
your remarks highly offensive and disparaging. To say that all
Mexicans are illegal is just as unfair and bigoted as to say
all Italians are mafiosi. I'm amazed that in the 21st Century
there is still so much ignorance about other ethnic groups.
--
********************************************************
* *
* Francis McGill *
* a052...@bc.seflin.org *
* "Glory to God on High" *
* *
********************************************************
Francis McGill
the neighborhood used to be European, various countries.
It is now Hispanic, but also various nationalities-Puerto Rican,
Mexican, Dominican, etc. Just different language and skin color.
The Wanderer
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
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The Wanderer
their particular way of trying to control what others say. Two in
particular. In my heart I think they sound like an old married couple in the
dysfunctional sort of mold. You would think that they might have noticed by
now that I have nothing to say to them. But I dont like being misquoted or
quoted out of context.
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" it was, in a European way, very ethnically diverse."
"european Jews"
"Irish"
"Norwegian"
"Greek"
"Italian"
-and many other nationalities i.e. Poles, Scots, Germans, Slavs, Spaniards,
Ukranians, Finns, Danes, Swedes,...must I go on-
" (and you cant convince me that half are legal with the numbers that have
come)"
-Just IMHO and both that person who accused me of racism and the
city are unsure of the numbers. No other ethnic group has come to the city
in these numbers in this short a period of time, with the exception of the
Chinese (and the government has documented the smuggling of the
Chinese-dispute THEIR figures)-
" My daughter's
mother lives in that neighborhood. She's Puerto Rican."
"There's tension there now between Puerto Ricans & Mexicans,"
-But somone not of the neighborhood wouldn't know that-
"My daughter tells me
that she no longer feels at home, in HER OWN neighborhood. She was born and
raised there."
-Gee I guess according to our NG's conscience she doesn't have the right to
her own feelings. Why because she's Puerto Rican?-
" I just explained that that's how MY people felt 30 years ago.
It's just a part of the ethnic change of the neighborhood. Such is life in a
Port Of Entry city."
-"MY people" meaning ethnic Europeans. Gee I guess not only should I have
some sort of guilt for being born of white European extraction to white
European parents but I should deny it and not speak of it. I should not
speak of my people meaning all the varied nationalities that existed in my
area when I was a child. And I was the only "Italian" on my block, of the
few in the neighborhood, and had to fight because of it many times. But what
do I know? I mean, I was there.-
" The second largest Chinatown on the east coast is three blocks
away. And they have taken over the whole strip of 8th Avenue which was the
main Norwegian drag until just a couple of years ago."
-Wait a minute I thought "our moral compass" said that MY neighborhood was
Italian.-
"Some people are uncomfortable speaking ethnically"
" but I make no disparagement,"
"only comments on demographics."
"To acknowledge reality is not a negative thing."
-Further imformation: My childrens mother is Puerto Rican (from the island).
My ex-girl from a relationship that lasted 4 years is African American. If
you made meetings in my 12 Step fellowship you'd meet my friends about 75%
of which are black, 20% Hispanic and they would be amazed to hear what a
racist I am. So kindly mind your own business. If I dont speak to you why do
you find it necessary to speak to me? Just go and speak to that woman you
have such a nice time posting to. Gee, I tried real hard to get my point
across without being nasty. I hope I have been succesful. You will not get
another response from me. If speaking the truth is Politically Incorrect
then I will dedicate my life to being Politically Incorrect.-
Francis McGill
: The neighborhood became a Puerto Rican neighborhood around '68. But
: I stuck it out 'til '89. Now there's no diversity at all. It's all Hispanic
: with a few hardcore white homeowners who just wouldn't leave. The Mexicans
: (and you cant convince me that half are legal with the numbers that have
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
: come) have deluged the area displacing the Puerto Rican's. My daughter's
^^^^
: (step-daughter's) mother lives in that neighborhood. She's Puerto Rican.
: There's tension there now between Puerto Ricans & Mexicans, because the
: Mexicans have deluged the neighborhood all at once. My daughter tells me
: that she no longer feels at home, in HER OWN neighborhood. She was born and
: It's just a part of the ethnic change of the neighborhood. Such is life in a
: that neighborhood. And all the other neighborhoods are being swallowed up by
: yuppies, who then make sure that it is too expensive for anyone but them to
: away. And they have taken over the whole strip of 8th Avenue which was the
: a rarity in that neighborhood. Change is unsettling but this was like a
: disparagement, only comments on demographics. To acknowledge reality is not
: a negative thing.
: Buddy
: from Brooklyn
: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
: >
Francis McGill
thrilled by many of mine either, probably. Anyway, as a rule,
I *usually* (almost always) refrain from commenting
on them, extending to you the same courtesy that you extend to me.
However, this one was just too severe for me to ignore, since I
have so many Hispanic friends, and I see bigotry against them first hand
often. I showed your post to a few of my Hispanic friends and they
were quite hurt by it. "What did we ever do to him?" was the general
reaction.
I am a white European of Irish ancestry. I was born in the Bronx.
My father is in your age range and had some similar experiences
to yours, in terms of ethnicity and neighborhoods and so forth.
I am not disputing that. But the neighborhood isn't "his" or
"hers" or "yours"--it belongs to whoever chooses to live there.
If you post a bigoted remark in a public newsgroup, it is my right
to comment on it. Your right to free speech allows you to say
things like that, unfortunately, but it also allows others to
object to it.
I do appreciate your effort at being nice in your reply, however,
and so I'm going to drop the matter and not contest your explanation
any further.
Peace.
The Wanderer
facts, because they dont know them. The rest of my reply was totally ignored
with other parties picking out what they want the post to reflect in just a
couple of words taking it out of it's context. Questioning what my daughter
said to me without knowing either her OR me. I said I lived in that
neighborhood or "stuck it out" (my own way of speaking) til '89 because that
was when I went into a rehab type program, otherwise I'd still be there. I
did not try to escape MY neighborhood (mine because I lived there for 28
years and voted there, was married there, buried my family from there, and
had my children there) I tried to save my life by going where I had to go to
get what I needed to get. To the group: I do not believe myself to be the
racist that I am being made out to be by "The Judge". I try not to judge
other people until they have proven themselves to be beyond a doubt one
thing or another. And I try not to read too much into people's words. And
then comes a message from the small minded feeling offense for other people.
We had guys like that in the schoolyard. They would say "Ohh I wouldn't take
that from HIM if I were YOU" (being in no way involved to begin with but
trying to stoke up some action). If I have offended any in the group by
trying to say plainly things the way that I have seen them in a fact based
way: I apologize. But for those who do the protesting for others, tell your
story walkin' because I stand by the facts. As I can not tell Billy what it
is like in Texas (for example) or some of our other posters what it is like
in their neighborhood in Toronto, or Baltimore, or Colorado, if you dont
live in my neighborhood you cant tell me what goes on. Thank god for the
First Amendment, and the people who died making sure we have it.
And if certain people have been offended by some of my past posts well
Killfile me. If you cant play with the big boys dont ask for the ball.
--
The Wanderer
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"The Wanderer" <rosieon...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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Francis McGill
you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
You took a cheap shot at another ethnic group, and I pointed it
out. These types of bigoted statements are often accepted at
face value by others who don't know any better, and in the end
it just increases hostility and prejudice towards that particular
ethnic group.
What saddens me is that you probably really do believe what you
wrote in the last post. More is the pity. Anyway, the last word
is yours. I'm done.
Patricia Weppler
Francis McGill wrote:
> Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
> you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
> I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
There was nothing mean spirited about that post. It provided an
interesting picture of what someone's home town was like. It was someone
else's experience - not yours. Leave it at that and find another hobby.
Patricia
Francis McGill
Accusing hard-working people of another skin color of
being "illegal" just because there are "so many of them"
is a bit more than an opinion--it's an accusation and
it's a bigoted one based on one's ethnicity. Sorry if
my "hobby" of fairness to people regardless of race
disturbs you. I'm not likely to change.
*My* experience, since I work with Hispanic people daily,
is that this sort of "opinion" leads to numerous cases of
job discrimination, stereotyping, and other negative treatment
of people who have come to this country for the same reason
we Europeans did decades ago. And if he is qualified to
discuss his neighborhood based on residing there, I am most
certainly qualified to discuss bigotry and discrimination
against Hispanics since I encounter it continually.
And to reply to your first point, people don't have to be
residents of a neighborhood to give opinions on it either.
I was born in the Bronx, grew up in New Jersey, and am
quite familiar with New York City neighborhoods. I am
also quite familiar with Mexican immigrants. His slur
against them was uncalled for, unfair, and unsupported
by any facts.
P.S. By the way, how does one "see" illegality of residence
status? I'm curious as to how living next to Mexicans can
enable one to ascertain they're not there legally. Doesn't
sounds like an observable fact to me. Had he just said
"There are many Mexicans in my neighborhood now," I would
not have said a word. It was the ethnic slur that incensed
me. Maybe if it was your ethnic group he had maligned, you
would not be so quick to defend him.
Patricia Weppler (p_w...@notsohotmail.com) wrote:
: Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
: data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
: reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
: must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
: The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
: the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
: There was nothing mean spirited about that post. It provided an
: interesting picture of what someone's home town was like. It was someone
: else's experience - not yours. Leave it at that and find another hobby.
: Patricia
: ______
: http://www.patriciaweppler.com
--
Molly Fanton
fun spirited NG, and not a place where we discuss controversial things like
this. I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way.
Molly
Patricia Weppler wrote:
> Francis McGill wrote:
>
> > Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
> > you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
> > I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
>
> Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
> data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
> reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
> must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
>
> The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
> the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
>
The Wanderer
aware of changes in the neighborhood. There's a different sort of
"electricity" happening. You (or even someone who is unsighted) can feel it
walkin' down the street. I remember my neighborhood going from white
European ( and Scandinavian) to Latin in the '60s, you just adjust. And,
you notice the adjustment problems when one group of "Latin people" (a term
originally refering to the people of the Roman Empire where Latin was spoken
but now in the vernacular means: hispanic) can not integrate into their body
the new arivals. That speaks more of their own sense of nationalism and
racism. Well that argument's over with anyway. Aint killfile's great?
P.S. I asked a few people about the tokens, and nobody seems to know what
I'm talking about. And to mint new tokens talkes months worth of planning,
and expenditures. I dont think the M.T.A. was ready for a Subway Series.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
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>
>
> Francis McGill wrote:
>
> > Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
> > you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
> > I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
>
> Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
> data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
> reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
> must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
>
> The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
> the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
>
Francis McGill
tensions between different Hispanic groups. I am well aware
of it and we have it in our state here too.
And yes, killfiles are great. I've had "that woman" in it for
two months now, so whatever arguments you were referring to
between her and me exist only in your mind.
The Wanderer (rosieon...@worldnet.att.net) wrote:
: European ( and Scandinavian) to Latin in the '60s, you just adjust. And,
: you notice the adjustment problems when one group of "Latin people" (a term
: originally refering to the people of the Roman Empire where Latin was spoken
: but now in the vernacular means: hispanic) can not integrate into their body
: the new arivals. That speaks more of their own sense of nationalism and
: racism. Well that argument's over with anyway. Aint killfile's great?
: P.S. I asked a few people about the tokens, and nobody seems to know what
: I'm talking about. And to mint new tokens talkes months worth of planning,
: and expenditures. I dont think the M.T.A. was ready for a Subway Series.
: --
: Buddy
: from Brooklyn
: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
: "Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
: news:39F5DB14...@notsohotmail.com...
: >
: >
: > Francis McGill wrote:
: >
: > > Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
: > > you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
: > > I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
: >
: > Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
: > data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
: > reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
: > must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
: >
: > The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
: > the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
: >
: > There was nothing mean spirited about that post. It provided an
: > interesting picture of what someone's home town was like. It was someone
: > else's experience - not yours. Leave it at that and find another hobby.
: >
: >
: > Patricia
: >
: >
: > ______
: > http://www.patriciaweppler.com
: >
: >
Patricia Weppler
Maybe there will be a commemorative Subway Series token made somewhere down the
line... but thanks for asking around!!
:-) Patricia
(taking a break from the game!)
The Wanderer wrote:
> Thanks Patricia. Being a New Yorker (at least at one time) you know you are
> aware of changes in the neighborhood. There's a different sort of
> "electricity" happening. You (or even someone who is unsighted) can feel it
> walkin' down the street. I remember my neighborhood going from white
> European ( and Scandinavian) to Latin in the '60s, you just adjust. And,
> you notice the adjustment problems when one group of "Latin people" (a term
> originally refering to the people of the Roman Empire where Latin was spoken
> but now in the vernacular means: hispanic) can not integrate into their body
> the new arivals. That speaks more of their own sense of nationalism and
> racism. Well that argument's over with anyway. Aint killfile's great?
>
> P.S. I asked a few people about the tokens, and nobody seems to know what
> I'm talking about. And to mint new tokens talkes months worth of planning,
> and expenditures. I dont think the M.T.A. was ready for a Subway Series.
>
> --
> Buddy
> from Brooklyn
> http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
> "Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:39F5DB14...@notsohotmail.com...
> >
> >
> > Francis McGill wrote:
> >
> > > Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
> > > you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or illegally.
> > > I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
> >
> > Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door gathering
> > data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
> > reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
> > must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
> >
> > The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part of
> > the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
> >
Naz Reyes
"The Wanderer" <rosieon...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
> Thanks Patricia. Being a New Yorker (at least at one time) you know
you are
> aware of changes in the neighborhood. There's a different sort of
> "electricity" happening. You (or even someone who is unsighted) can
feel it
> walkin' down the street. I remember my neighborhood going from white
> European ( and Scandinavian) to Latin in the '60s, you just adjust.
Ok, first off, I'm surprised to "disappear" for one day and come to a
war-torn NG...but, lemme give my 2 cents here :)
Neighborhoods "evolve" all the time. It doesn't matter whether you're
in Brooklyn, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, or whatever city. It's bound
to evolve.
But one reason I can give as to why your neighborhood in Brooklyn
became a predominantly hispanic neighborhood is, perhaps, not only
because to the arrivals of the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans, but also the
DEPARTURE of white-Americans to more expensive, and "exclusive"
neighborhoods, where only people with money could afford to live.
You've said THAT yourself, Buddy, so I'm sure you know I'm talking
about.
I'm not sure exactly what the truth is here, but I hear from many non-
white people that as soon as non-white families move in a "white
neighborhood", the whites start LEAVING one after another. Thus,
leaving the neighborhood with very few whites. So, who is there to
blame? Certainly not the Latinos.
I've also heard and read from many sources that the reason why there
are a lot of Latinos here is because there are a lot of companies who
hire them as maids, cleaning personnel, construction workers, and a
number of other jobs that are considered low-paying, manual jobs. Now,
whether American employers are hiring these people even though they're
illegal is another question I cannot answer. But, the truth is, you
don't need the census bureau to know that a lot of "custodial work"
here in the U.S. are "filled" by people from Latin America, and even
the Philippines, legal or NOT. You only need to look around you.
And,
> you notice the adjustment problems when one group of "Latin people"
(a term
> originally refering to the people of the Roman Empire where Latin was
spoken
> but now in the vernacular means: hispanic) can not integrate into
their body
> the new arivals. That speaks more of their own sense of nationalism
and
> racism. Well that argument's over with anyway. Aint killfile's great?
>
> P.S. I asked a few people about the tokens, and nobody seems to know
what
> I'm talking about. And to mint new tokens talkes months worth of
planning,
> and expenditures. I dont think the M.T.A. was ready for a Subway
Series.
Again, I'm not exactly sure how the word "Latin" evolved
into "Hispanic", but I know that Latinos, the Roman Empire, and Spanish
people, in general, have a lot of similarities in culture, language,
and other factors. I'm just not sure exactly where to place them
together since I'm still learning about these cultures and their
differences.
As for ME, my parents came to this country because an engineering
company wanted my father to work for them. My dad is a civil engineer
with many years of experience in the field, and since the U.S. was
short of civil engineers back in the early 70s, they recruited my dad.
So...just to set the record straight, I didn't come here as an illegal
or desperate to come here because I came from a low class family, and
wanted to cause problems for the American people. Matter of fact, we
were living a VERY GOOD life in the Philippines. I didn't NEED to come
here in this country because of poverty - my dad just ended up staying
here and he wanted his family to join him. That's what I did :)
-Naz
>
> --
> Buddy
> from Brooklyn
Naz Reyes
a052...@bc.seflin.org (Francis McGill) wrote:
> So a neighborhood that used to be all Italian was "diverse,"
> but one that is now all Hispanic has a "lack of diversity."
>
> OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
>
> Buddy, as a white American with many Hispanic friends, I found
> your remarks highly offensive and disparaging. To say that all
> Mexicans are illegal is just as unfair and bigoted as to say
> all Italians are mafiosi. I'm amazed that in the 21st Century
> there is still so much ignorance about other ethnic groups.
Amen to that! :-)
And as a Filipino/American don't bother stereotyping me because you
ain't nowhere with it! On top of that, trying to stereotype me as a
gay person is about as futile as anything.
You're ok, Francis :) Oh, btw, you and Buddy both have Irish roots -
you guys should have a DRINK (not stereotyping you guys, LOL!) and just
kiss and make up! :)
-Naz
Francis McGill
during my annual NYC visit. He and I have probably passed
right by each other without even realizing it!
Naz Reyes (n...@american.edu) wrote:
: You're ok, Francis :) Oh, btw, you and Buddy both have Irish roots -
: you guys should have a DRINK (not stereotyping you guys, LOL!) and just
: kiss and make up! :)
--
The Wanderer
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> In article <wUmJ5.8283$xJ4.267172@bgtnsc06-
> Neighborhoods "evolve" all the time. It doesn't matter whether you're
> in Brooklyn, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, or whatever city. It's bound
> to evolve.
>
> But one reason I can give as to why your neighborhood in Brooklyn
> became a predominantly hispanic neighborhood is, perhaps, not only
> because to the arrivals of the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans, but also the
> DEPARTURE of white-Americans to more expensive, and "exclusive"
> neighborhoods, where only people with money could afford to live.
> You've said THAT yourself, Buddy, so I'm sure you know I'm talking
> about.
>
> I'm not sure exactly what the truth is here, but I hear from many non-
> white people that as soon as non-white families move in a "white
> neighborhood", the whites start LEAVING one after another. Thus,
> leaving the neighborhood with very few whites. So, who is there to
> blame? Certainly not the Latinos.
>
> I've also heard and read from many sources that the reason why there
> are a lot of Latinos here is because there are a lot of companies who
> hire them as maids, cleaning personnel, construction workers, and a
> number of other jobs that are considered low-paying, manual jobs. Now,
> whether American employers are hiring these people even though they're
> illegal is another question I cannot answer. But, the truth is, you
> don't need the census bureau to know that a lot of "custodial work"
> here in the U.S. are "filled" by people from Latin America, and even
> the Philippines, legal or NOT. You only need to look around you.
> into "Hispanic", but I know that Latinos, the Roman Empire, and Spanish
> people, in general, have a lot of similarities in culture, language,
> and other factors. I'm just not sure exactly where to place them
> together since I'm still learning about these cultures and their
> differences.
Naz, All valid points well taken, and emintently balanced. You notice that I
didn't take any "shots" at anybody's national backround, above or below the
belt. I simply stated something that is very well likely a fact, and is
supported in kind by what you posted. I was talking about my daughters
reaction. As I said she's a first generation mainland American. A Nuyorican.
I sat and listened to her as she said "I grew up in this neighborhood, all
my life. This is my home. But when I walk around it doesn't feel like home
anymore. It all feels strange and foreign because of the Mexicans. There's
SO MANY of them." I said "They speak Spanish, so you should understand them.
And she answered "Yeah, but they speak it with an accent." I told her that
that was what it was like when I was growing up by saying "That's what my
people said about YOUR people. It's good to know that Puerto Ricans are not
immune to diseases such as racism." That kind of stopped her in her tracks,
and by looking in her eyes I could see that the wheels were turning. She
related a story to me that happened when she was entering Sunset Park. There
was a fender bender on the corner of 44 St. & 5 Ave. by the entrance of the
park. The two drivers got out and shouted at each other, in Spanish. The one
driver, a Puerto Rican, noticed the language of the other was a Mexican
accented Spanish. The Puerto Rican driver, I am told, started shouting the
usual racist chants: "This is our country. Why dont you go home. YOU PEOPLE
dont belong here. You're not Americans. We're Americans. Go Home." All of
this in Spanish, mind you. He then added in " I bet you dont even have any
papers. Call the police. He probably doesn't have a Green Card." The other
driver, and now his wife who had gotten out of the car to protest, started
shouting that they did have their papers. I tried to ascertain as to whether
my daughter took the appropriate lesson from this little scene enacted
(probably more than just that one time) in the streets. The Puerto Rican
people in that neighborhood are following suit and some are starting to move
from an enclave that they thought was theirs to more stable slightly more
affluent neighborhoods. It is now their turn to run. It used to be called
"white flight" but now it is more like middle class aspiration. Such is
life. And as Patricia said this is just the 20 year turnover period. It's a
nice neighborhood, and people usually stay at least 40 years. My family has
been there for 4 generations (counting my children) through good and bad
(remember West Side Story, well we lived it in the late '50s and early
'60s). It is good to grow spiritually past the ugliness that you are taught.
Now it's someone else's turn. Thanks for listenin' Naz.
Naz Reyes
Buddy, it seems to me like she's just on her high horse. She's the
problem, not the Mexican :)
Yup, I understand everything you've said, Buddy. I've heard all *that*
many times before. I think people are always looking for someone they
can pick on and blame all their problems - I don't know why people do
that.
Now, about the Puerto Ricans or NUYORICANS, well, they all seem to be on
their high horse, because we all know that if you're a Puerto Rican,
you're automatically an American citizen. I think that's why Puerto
Ricans think they can say that the U.S. is their homeland in front of
the Mexicans and Salvadoreans, and other Latinos.
I, personally, don't have problems with Puerto Ricans - matter of fact,
I have lots of Puerto Rican friends. I even asked one of my P.R.
friends what they think of Filipinos among Latinos, because Filipinos
are somewhat considered part of the "Latino culture". Well, my friend
said, "Filipinos think they're soooo above everyone it ain't even funny.
They're a class on their own". I told him to "go to hell, and stick it
where the sun don't shine" :-) We're having dinner sometime next week,
though! LOL.
-Naz
Kelly
I don't think they will make the token, but I wouldn't be surprised to see a
"Subway Series" Metrocard soon.
Kelly
"Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
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> I once read that a neighborhood changes every 20 years...
>
> Maybe there will be a commemorative Subway Series token made somewhere
down the
> line... but thanks for asking around!!
>
> :-) Patricia
> (taking a break from the game!)
>
>
> The Wanderer wrote:
>
> > Thanks Patricia. Being a New Yorker (at least at one time) you know you
are
> > aware of changes in the neighborhood. There's a different sort of
> > "electricity" happening. You (or even someone who is unsighted) can feel
it
> > walkin' down the street. I remember my neighborhood going from white
> > European ( and Scandinavian) to Latin in the '60s, you just adjust.
And,
> > you notice the adjustment problems when one group of "Latin people" (a
term
> > originally refering to the people of the Roman Empire where Latin was
spoken
> > but now in the vernacular means: hispanic) can not integrate into their
body
> > the new arivals. That speaks more of their own sense of nationalism and
> > racism. Well that argument's over with anyway. Aint killfile's great?
> >
> > P.S. I asked a few people about the tokens, and nobody seems to know
what
> > I'm talking about. And to mint new tokens talkes months worth of
planning,
> > and expenditures. I dont think the M.T.A. was ready for a Subway Series.
> >
> > --
> > Buddy
> > from Brooklyn
> > http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
> > "Patricia Weppler" <p_w...@notsohotmail.com> wrote in message
> > news:39F5DB14...@notsohotmail.com...
> > >
> > >
> > > Francis McGill wrote:
> > >
> > > > Unless you are a U.S. Census worker with the federal government,
> > > > you have *no* idea how many Mexicans are there, legally or
illegally.
> > > > I doubt you went door to door to gather data on the subject.
> > >
> > > Most people don't have to be a census worker or go door to door
gathering
> > > data to form an opinion based on what they see around them. Have we
> > > reached the point where every time a person gives their opinion he/she
> > > must also provide government statistics to go along with it?
> > >
> > > The poster you are referring to also went on to say, "It's just a part
of
> > > the ethnic change of the neighborhood."
> > >
Ay Fongul
> I was talking about my daughters
>> reaction. As I said she's a first generation mainland American. A
>Nuyorican.
>> I sat and listened to her as she said "I grew up in this
>neighborhood, all
>> my life. This is my home. But when I walk around it doesn't feel like
>home
>> anymore. It all feels strange and foreign because of the Mexicans.
>There's
>> SO MANY of them." I said "They speak Spanish, so you should understand
>them.
>> And she answered "Yeah, but they speak it with an accent." I told her
>that
>> that was what it was like when I was growing up by saying "That's what
>my
>> people said about YOUR people. It's good to know that Puerto Ricans
>are not
>> immune to diseases such as racism." That kind of stopped her in her
>tracks,
>> and by looking in her eyes I could see that the wheels were turning.
>
>Buddy, it seems to me like she's just on her high horse. She's the
>problem, not the Mexican :)
::calls a "time out" and turns to naz::
No hitting *below* the belt
To e-mail me, drop "urpants"
Oil Impressionist
opinion, you're STILL young [and obnoxious.] :))))))))))))
Dawna
In article <ep7I5.355060$Gh.10...@news20.bellglobal.com>,
"rach" <trist...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> 10 years ago, when I was young and obnoxious, I had a definite vision
of
> where I'd be in 10 years time: an internationally famous designer,
married,
> rich, kids and living in Paris, Milan or Rome. Reality has a funny
way of
> saying...ok fuck you! lol
> Now that I am just old and occasionally obnoxious, I have no idea
what I
> want to do,have not found a guy I can put up with for more than 12
months
> and due to circumstances, live in the same house I grew up in.
>
> My parents bought this house in 1967 and moved in that July after
they were
> married and came back from the honeymoon. It was built in 1953 and
it a
> sort of ranch style. A great number of the people that live on the
street
> are originals... they moved in as young couples when the place
evolved out
> of the mud that is construction ... and still keep watch over the
comings
> and goings of all. The rest are fairly recent additions... all
within the
> last 20 years or so but the thing that amazes me is the bond that is
here.
> They watch out for you. As a teenager and in my early 20s, I hated
the fact
> that there were at least 5 different neighbours in 5 different houses
that
> would report my comings and goings, parties and friends cars that
came in
> and out of the driveway. One lady even went so far as to inform my
mother
> that I was at the instant teller at 8:32pm and drove off with a car
load of
> kids (we were 18) in an easterly direction. (what the HELL ?!?)
>
> I moved out and 2 hours away to college then after a brief stint at
home
> again, moved back to Toronto where I lived for a few years with my
*then*
> fiancé (long story there...). When *he* went to France to attend
university
> for a year, he said he would rather me move out of downtown Toronto
(for my
> safety) or back home and go to university. *We* decided on university
and
> home. I was miserable for the first while - nothing to do, no cool
> friends, bad attitude... - then the *guy* decided on an alternative
> lifestyle change (thanks for the overseas call to let me know) I sank
deeper
> into the whole - I have to get the hell out of here thing. Then,
during a
> routine operation, my dad died right in front of my mom and I. She
went a
> bit off the deep end and I was left to start making arrangements
right then
> and there at the hospital. The second person I called was the
neighbour
> across the street. The same lady that had made fishing games out of
tin
> foil, paperclips and sticks with string attached to them with a
magnet on
> the end. The *second* I pulled in the driveway, they were over and
stayed
> late in to the night. The man (he's 80 and very religious) didn't
leave my
> side - even when the priest said his 'prayers' and I left the room (I
didn't
> have a lot of happy thoughts for God at the time). The next day, it
didn't
> stop. It says in 'To Kill a Mockingbird' that "neighbours bring food
with
> death.." and nothing more true has ever been written. They filled two
large
> refrigerators, a deep freeze, a fruit cellar and started on the
garage with
> all sorts of casseroles and sweets. Grown men that I had seen working
on
> their houses - nailing, power tooling, jack hammering etc., were
coming in
> the door with tears in their eyes and a look of bewilderment that I
thought
> only children possess.
>
> In the three years since, I have realized that I will likely stay
with my
> mom until I get married and move out and that's ok. This house has
seen so
> many things and I really wish the walls could talk. It has seen a
myriad of
> happy times, sad times, trips, cats, proms and shy teenage boys
waiting in
> mortal fear of my dad.
>
> When I think of this house, I think of what I am told my dad said
when he
> carried me in for the first time, coming home from the hospital and
the
> being born thing - "day one".
>
>
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rach
(turning 30 on paper-25 yet again to those who ask without wanting proof). I
was thinking that another tattoo would be in order (my one and only tattoo
was on the quarter century BDay) or something of that nature but I am
beginning to think Holly Olivia Siobhann and Emmerson Noah Matthias ( two of
the future kids, don't ya know LOL) are going to think their ol ma is a
little crazy so perhaps I won't. Thank you for the vote of confidence ! :))
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The Wanderer
spice, but for Philipinos Adobo is a food. What is the dish made of, pray
tell? And I've always looked at Philipinos as (in a weird sort of way) half
Japanese (actually Malaysian) and half Spanish. About half of the nurses I
worked with were Philipinos. There's one nurse Jezebel, God she's gorgeous.
To me she looks just like Lucy Liu (Allie McBeal& Charlie's Angels). Only
problem: no butt. You know what I mean (I think).
Our World History classes didn't teach (as I recall) about a Spanish
migration to the Phillipines. And yet, weren't the Islands named after King
Philip of Spain (El Rey Felipe)? Maybe I remember a little.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"Naz Reyes" <n...@american.edu> wrote in message
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> In article <R9wJ5.9064$xJ4.3...@bgtnsc06-news.ops.worldnet.att.net>,
> "The Wanderer" <rosieon...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
> >
> > Naz, All valid points well taken, and emintently balanced. You notice
> that I
> > didn't take any "shots" at anybody's national backround, above or
> below the
> > belt. I simply stated something that is very well likely a fact, and
> is
> > supported in kind by what you posted. I was talking about my daughters
> > reaction. As I said she's a first generation mainland American. A
> Nuyorican.
> > I sat and listened to her as she said "I grew up in this
> neighborhood, all
> > my life. This is my home. But when I walk around it doesn't feel like
> home
> > anymore. It all feels strange and foreign because of the Mexicans.
> There's
> > SO MANY of them." I said "They speak Spanish, so you should understand
> them.
> > And she answered "Yeah, but they speak it with an accent." I told her
> that
> > that was what it was like when I was growing up by saying "That's what
> my
> > people said about YOUR people. It's good to know that Puerto Ricans
> are not
> > immune to diseases such as racism." That kind of stopped her in her
> tracks,
> > and by looking in her eyes I could see that the wheels were turning.
>
> Buddy, it seems to me like she's just on her high horse. She's the
> problem, not the Mexican :)
>
>
The Wanderer
down. What's supposed to happen?
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"Ay Fongul" <ayfo...@aol.comurpants> wrote in message
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Ay Fongul
I knew all that cutting and pasting was going to be misconstrued.
Actually, I was more than a little shocked at the reply naz gave to you. I
think the posts went something like this:
-----> You wrote:
I was talking about my daughters reaction. As I said she's a first generation
mainland American. A Nuyorican. I sat and listened to her as she said "I grew
up in this neighborhood, all my life. This is my home. But when I walk around
it doesn't feel like home anymore. It all feels strange and foreign because of
the Mexicans. There's SO MANY of them." I said "They speak Spanish, so you
should understandthem. And she answered "Yeah, but they speak it with an
accent." I told her
that that was what it was like when I was growing up by saying "That's what my
people said about YOUR people. It's good to know that Puerto Ricans are not
immune to diseases such as racism." That kind of stopped her in her tracks, and
by looking in her eyes I could see that the wheels were turning.
------> And then naz responded with:
Buddy, it seems to me like she's just on her high horse. She's the
problem, not the Mexican :)
-----> And I said::
calls a "time out" and turns to naz::
:: No hitting *below* the belt
I guess being a "mother hen", I was just being protective of "all" kids in
general.
then you said:
>OK Angie got your point. But it's cool. By the way, I still got my pants
>down. What's supposed to happen?
Laughs! Well, Buddy, either you are gonna freeze your "schmeckle" (i think
that's Yiddish for tallywacker) off or you're gonna be arrested for indecent
exposure if you leave the house ::laughs::
ang
The Wanderer
sensitive having heard racist bullshit thrown at him. And the bottom line
was that while I understood my daughters feelings they were still a little
beyond good taste. What I 'heard" her saying was not what was actually
coming out of her mouth. What she meant on an emotional level was one thing
an alienation, what she said was typical reactionary, jingoistic, xenophobic
patter. She wasn't a hater just put off. I guess it's sort of like having a
job. You get used to a certain flow, and then you get a new boss who wants
to change everything. Now you resent him and the new regime for making you
uncomfortable. Understandable, to me anyway.
And Angie babe, I got to admire anybody whose sig is "up your
ass". Where ya from kid? Where ya at now? You sound to me to be a big city/
suburban lady of Italian backround (although that "schmeckle" remark kinda
threw me). If I could guess either Nassau/Suffolk or Jersey. Am I right.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"Ay Fongul" <ayfo...@aol.comurpants> wrote in message
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Ay Fongul
>sensitive having heard racist bullshit thrown at him. And the bottom line
>was that while I understood my daughters feelings they were still a little
>beyond good taste. What I 'heard" her saying was not what was actually
>coming out of her mouth. What she meant on an emotional level was one thing
>an alienation, what she said was typical reactionary, jingoistic, xenophobic
>patter. She wasn't a hater just put off. I guess it's sort of like having a
>job. You get used to a certain flow, and then you get a new boss who wants
>to change everything. Now you resent him and the new regime for making you
>uncomfortable. Understandable, to me anyway.
> And Angie babe, I got to admire anybody whose sig is "up your
>ass". Where ya from kid? Where ya at now? You sound to me to be a big city/
>suburban lady of Italian backround (although that "schmeckle" remark kinda
>threw me). If I could guess either Nassau/Suffolk or Jersey. Am I right.
I'm Italian from the San Francisco Bay Area *BUT* my dad was born and raised in
Yonkers. Makes you kinda wonder if attitude IS hereditary don't it?
I used the word "schmeckle" cause it sounded a lot nicer than what I was
originally gonna put ::smile::
Francis McGill
As for "Nuyoricans," I used to live in NJ and vacationed in
Puerto Rico once, where I used my Spanish traveling around the
island. I told one woman there about the many Puerto Ricans
in New York City and she hissed in disgust that they were
"Nuyoricans" and that "true" Puerto Ricans disowned them.
Go figure . . .
The Wanderer
schmeckle a yiddish euphemism?
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
"Ay Fongul" <ayfo...@aol.comurpants> wrote in message
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Naz Reyes
"The Wanderer" <rosieon...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
> I'm glad you're having dinner together. I know that for Hispanics
Adobo is a
> spice, but for Philipinos Adobo is a food. What is the dish made of,
pray
> tell?
Adobo is a popular dish in the Philippines which can be prepared with
either chicken or beef, marinated with vinegar and soy sauce and a bit
of onions. My mom even includes fried plantains with it. Awesome
stuff!!! ;-) I've also read in some sources that it's possible that it
may have originated in Mexico, and brought by the Spaniards to the
Philippines. You see, back in the 15th through the 18th century,
Mexico, from what I've read, had a lot of "ties" with the Philippines,
and a lot of the Spanish culture were brought from Mexico (Spain's main
New World territory) to the Philippines. You'd be amazed how much
influence Spain had on the Philippines. You can see lots of "Spanish
remains" all over the Philippines, from buildings, monuments, language
(Tagalog is about 40 percent Spanish!), music, food, religion and
religious celebrations, and many more. I'm especially surprised to hear
my dad play the guitar in a VERY Spanish style - he told me he learned
how to play that style when he was only a young boy. I later found out
that it's the same style of Mexican-style of guitar from about 100 years
ago when I picked a CD by an artist named Ana Gabriel. Amazing
similarity! :)
And I've always looked at Philipinos as (in a weird sort of way)
half
> Japanese (actually Malaysian) and half Spanish. About half of the
nurses I
> worked with were Philipinos. There's one nurse Jezebel, God she's
gorgeous
I sometimes have discussions with the racial make-up of Filipinos with
my dad, and he agrees that we're a mixture of Asian and Spanish. Not
all have Spanish mixture, but a lot do. My dad also believes that the
census bureau is totally wrong in assuming that the Philippines is more
than 95 percent Malay with *some* Chinese or Spanish. Nobody knows for
sure about the exact racial distribution of the Philippines because a
lot of natives were either raped or inter-married with Spanish men a
long, long time ago. Plus, the government didn't have any official
records of births of a lot of people until sometime in the 19th
century. It's almost impossible to do a census on exactly how many are
of mixed blood, pure Asian, pure Filipino, etc. All I know is that
we're some *really* mixed-up bunch!
> To me she looks just like Lucy Liu (Allie McBeal& Charlie's Angels).
Only
> problem: no butt. You know what I mean (I think).
Hmm, not sure exactly who Lucy Liu is, but...ummm...I think it's time to
do some research on the net! :)
> Our World History classes didn't teach (as I recall) about a
Spanish
> migration to the Phillipines. And yet, weren't the Islands named after
King
> Philip of Spain (El Rey Felipe)? Maybe I remember a little.
It was "discovered" by Spain sometime in the 1520s, and by 1570s until
1898, it was under Spain's control. And, yes, it was named after King
Philip of Spain.
As for the Spanish migration, no, I don't think the Spanish really
migrated to the Philippines. From what I've read, ONLY men that had any
official business arrived in the Philippines. There were very few
Spanish women who travelled to the Philippines, and that's one of the
reasons WHY the men were either "forced" to have "relations" with the
native women and/or inter-married with them. Hey, it took more than a
whole MONTH to travel from the Philippines to Spain in the 15th
century, and I don't think that JOing was an option back then! *grin*
-Naz
>
> --
> Buddy
> from Brooklyn
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Before you buy.
Naz Reyes
a052...@bc.seflin.org (Francis McGill) wrote:
> I saw nothing wrong with what Naz said.
>
> As for "Nuyoricans," I used to live in NJ and vacationed in
> Puerto Rico once, where I used my Spanish traveling around the
> island. I told one woman there about the many Puerto Ricans
> in New York City and she hissed in disgust that they were
> "Nuyoricans" and that "true" Puerto Ricans disowned them.
> Go figure . . .
I think it's a Latino thing :) And, unfortunately, Filipinos must've
picked THAT up from the Spanish.
Most Filipinos from the Philippines think that I'm sooo full of it.
They especially are disgusted when I don't speak the language (Tagalog)
and they think that I'm just being pretentious. Sheez, I've been here
for almost 25 years - what do these people expect from me? :)
-Naz
Jamie
> They especially are disgusted when I don't speak the language (Tagalog)
> and they think that I'm just being pretentious. Sheez, I've been here
> for almost 25 years - what do these people expect from me? :)
My sister is Ojibwe (adopted) and she was always uncomfortable around other
natives who judged her because she could not speak the Ojibwe language. Now
she has hooked up with a Philipina, and is learning Tagalog in addition to
her dialect. Life's too strange ;) *LOL*
Jamie
Ay Fongul
>Date: 10/25/00 11:31 PM Pacific Daylight Time
>Message-id: <rdQJ5.10119$xJ4.3...@bgtnsc06-news.ops.worldnet.att.net>
>
>Yeah Ok. I think you're right about attitude being inherited. Isn't the word
>schmeckle a yiddish euphemism?
I'm not sure what a eupehmism is. Hang on gonna check my
dictionary.........Yep! It's a euphemism alright.
Ang