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Wishing everybody a happy Thanksgiving.Hug those you love .Eat until your stuffed ,and buy plenty of Tums.
Put some meat on those bones today, Grinch!
Thanksgiving....and everything about it
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Put some meat on those bones today, Grinch!
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That I would love to hear. Remember my maternal Grandfather at the resteraunt? His father was from Croatia...Zagreb, I believe.
Funny story. When I was at IU (Bloomington, IN) there was a restaurant on the square called 'Bronko's Little Zagreb'. My dad's best friend was Croatian, and spoke fluently. So Uncle Bob took me and a pal out for dinner, cool treat for poor college kids. So 'Bronko' comes around the table and does his ethnic shtick. Arms waving, broken English... you get the picture. Uncle Bob starts speaking Croatian to 'Bronko.' He understood nothing. Sensing 'Broko' may be Serbian, Uncle Bob switches to fluent Serb. 'Bronko' leans over and whispers "I'm Greek, why would I move half way around the Globe to open up another Greek restaurant?" and I just spilled his secrete.
So 'Bronko' comes around the table and does his ethnic shtick. Arms waving, broken English... you get the picture. Uncle Bob starts speaking Croatian to 'Bronko.' He understood nothing. Sensing 'Broko' may be Serbian, Uncle Bob switches to fluent Serb. 'Bronko' leans over and whispers "I'm Greek, why would I move half way around the Globe to open up another Greek restaurant?" and I just spilled his secrete.
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LOL! That's great! I can understand Croation but can only speak the cuss words now. Those stuck!Funny story. When I was at IU (Bloomington, IN) there was a restaurant on the square called 'Bronko's Little Zagreb'. My dad's best friend was Croatian, and spoke fluently. So Uncle Bob took me and a pal out for dinner, cool treat for poor college kids.
Here is the short story re: Pop taking in immigrants. Pop was an industrial painting contractor, worked at DuPonte and Stawford Chemical in East Chicago. Had 300 man crew. Big time. Dressed like a prince, owned a bunch of race horses, Chicago Golden Gloves champ, and his best pal was Ralph Capone. (Al's brother..... they shared a box at Washington Park.) So Pop had jobs for the displaced people in Eastern Europe after the war. He'd pay for the boat ride, set 'em up with a job, and settle them in a neighborhood where they would feel at home. Pop had a race horse buddy who was a US Army Colonel who was the pipeline in Eastern Europe, and when he stamped 'approved' they came over. Talk about doing the right thing, that was a duo of goodness.. Some folks had a bad adjustment (PTSD), and Pop built a bunk house on his land and employed them to do gardening tasks and care for his animals. Light easy work. Mom still tells the stories about the Jewish family that lived there. They had the tattooed #'s on their arms(Debs ,Pop lived in Crown Point, right next to Youche Country Club ,south of the Fairgrounds, 5 acres.. pinpointing 133rd and Marshall, and the Happy Acres Farm silo) I remember ,barely, the last of Pop's families, early 70's. And that's how I have a bunch of Aunts and Uncles who aren't related, but it's really cool. And I eat really good bread.
(Debs ,Pop lived in Crown Point, right next to Youche Country Club ,south of the Fairgrounds, 5 acres.. pinpointing 133rd and Marshall, and the Happy Acres Farm silo) I remember ,barely, the last of Pop's families, early 70's. And that's how I have a bunch of Aunts and Uncles who aren't related, but it's really cool. And I eat really good bread.
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What a wonderful man! I know exactly of where you speak on location, Paint. You were soooo blessed to be raised with that kind of love and generousity! Fabulous memory and story to share.Here is the short story re: Pop taking in immigrants. Pop was an industrial painting contractor, worked at DuPonte and Stawford Chemical in East Chicago. Had 300 man crew. Big time. Dressed like a prince, owned a bunch of race horses, Chicago Golden Gloves champ, and his best pal was Ralph Capone. (Al's brother..... they shared a box at Washington Park.) So Pop had jobs for the displaced people in Eastern Europe after the war. He'd pay for the boat ride, set 'em up with a job, and settle them in a neighborhood where they would feel at home. Pop had a race horse buddy who was a US Army Colonel who was the pipeline in Eastern Europe, and when he stamped 'approved' they came over. Talk about doing the right thing, that was a duo of goodness.. Some folks had a bad adjustment (PTSD), and Pop built a bunk house on his land and employed them to do gardening tasks and care for his animals. Light easy work. Mom still tells the stories about the Jewish family that lived there. They had the tattooed #'s on their arms
Thanks Debi. If you kinda read between the lines, Pop was a a bit of a Hellian. Made sure to offer lots of Masses. One day a psychic said he made it out of Purgatory. My cousin and I looked screw eyed at each other, "He made it?" Good Lord, whatever Pop did, he did it big.
Odd coincidence. The US Army Colonel, we have the same name. Not the middle one.
Odd coincidence. The US Army Colonel, we have the same name. Not the middle one.
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LOL Yes, I caught that! But ya know, those kind of souls live life large and usually make a HUGE impact on all around them! Sounds like a fascinating man! You were blessed, Paint!Thanks Debi. If you kinda read between the lines, Pop was a a bit of a Hellian. Made sure to offer lots of Masses. One day a psychic said he made it out of Purgatory. My cousin and I looked screw eyed at each other, "He made it?" Good Lord, whatever Pop did, he did it big.