Monthly Archives: February 2014
As I was working through Mom’s files today, I came across her school autograph book from PS 52 Queens; date of graduation January 25, 1938. Mr. Berkowitz was the principal.
The book opens with:
My Album’s open!
Come and See!
Won’t you waste a line on me!
And it was signed “Dorothy Maxwell”
It was so interesting to read the short poems, feel the innocence of that time and “see” my Mom as a young girl, with all the hopes and dreams of the future.
Her friend Lauretta Beutner wrote:
May this life bring you all the happiness you can stand and only enough sorrow to show you the difference.
On July 27, 1939 Earline Hale wrote:
Do all the good you can
In every way you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can
Her classmate John Stolecki (?) wrote:
Look on the bright side of things
And the shadows will fall behind
And her friend Marion gave her sage advice:
When you get married and your husband is cross
Pick up the broom and say “I’m the Boss”
Needless to say, the tears started flowing as I relived the last years of her life. And I started thinking about all the other victims of this country’s shameful Holocaust.
I can’t help but wonder, did Mary Giordano have an autograph book from her school days? Did she have friends and hopes and dreams?
Did April Parks, kidnapper of Julie Lynn Belshe’s parents have one?
Did anyone in the Department of Chemung County Social Services–who are holding Gary Harvey hostage and refusing to allow his own wife Sara, to see him–have hopes and dreams? Do any of them have husbands or wives that they would do this to?
Did Judge Kennedy– who ruined the lives of Danny Tate and Ginger Franklin and countless others–ever play as a child? Did he have hopes or dreams of growing up and being a good guy?
Did George Esernio–guardian of Joan Pezzollo’s mother, who has isolated Joan and her children from her mother for years–ever play as a child and go to school and dream of some day getting a good job and making people happy?
Do any of these people have any comprehension of what they have done and what they are doing and the legacy they are leaving behind? Do they have any idea that the destruction of one person’s life affects the family and friends and loved ones of that person and all future generations–the grandchildren and great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren–as they learn about how their ancestors were kidnapped and imprisoned and drugged and dehydrated and starved and isolated, and how their estates were looted by corrupt and unscrupulous members of the “legal” profession?
When my grandchildren get older, they will learn about what happened to Great-Grandma. They will read her story and watch her videos and read her letters begging everyone and anyone for help. They will hear the recordings of her crying and begging and pleading to go home. They will see how Senators and Congressmen refused to help, how the media shunned her story.
I simply cannot comprehend how one human being can hurt another. I will continue to work hard, like all of the other elder advocates out there, to save the elderly from the same fate my own mother suffered, so I can tell my grandchildren I never gave up the fight for justice. I want them to be proud of me.
Will you join me?
God Bless us all