For my offspring...
I posted on Blog4Peace day years ago and revealed a couple of times of my mother's family being refugees from WWII war torn Philippines. My mother died a year ago and I am the only one left to recant the story to my own progeny. I leave it imprinted on the world wide web.
My Mom Luise Rosalewski (Maiden Name) |
My Grandfather's name was Albert Rosalewski. He was German/American working for a Stevadore company in Manila. This is a picture of pre-WWII mom with grandma and grandpa and aunt.
My mom is the youngest. Missing in the family portrait are two aunts, Eli and Katy took off to the US with Navy husbands. Eli returned with toddler Carol before the Japanese occupied the Philippines. Her return was explained that she did not care for the way Americans treated foreigners in Atlanta, but mostly because she was raised privileged and had no domestic servants in her home as she did in the Philippines.
When the family left Manila for the Interior before the Japanese occupation, Eli stayed in the city confident the Americans would step right in. A decision that ended in her death during the violent occupation of Japan in Manila. Her child had already been with the rest of the family in refuge in Pompanga (the interior to the NE of Manila). So seeing the location and distances from Pompanga and Manila, there must of been traffic to and fro later on in the occupation. My mother told of visiting Grandpa and trying to feed him something. He died of a starvation related disease.
Mr. Todd and Mr. Rodgers were on the cover of Life magazine (The San Tomas Two they were called) survivors Santo Tomas where my grandpa died |
After the war, when my family relocated, it was important to "network" with others. My mom and grandma would always approach any Filipino with a friendly family name sharing. I ended up with many aunts and uncles...even if they were not related.
Blanca and Nannette were students at UW Madison Wisconsin. I was 9 when I met them. Their family was related by marriage. My uncle Manoling (Manuel) had a sister named Nena who was Miss Philippines in the 1930 something who was also my godmother (Ninang). Blanca and Nannette babysat for my mom and we had Thanksgiving 1967 together. Also learned of Salmonella first hand. Their parents lived in the Philippines. Their father was a Judge in Quezon City. He knew the dictator and wife...They tell a story about a woman who was in The Palace entourage who worked with Dictator Marcos. At a dinner as guests to the dictator, she was wearing a lovely jeweled necklace. Imelda Marcos asked the woman if she could borrow it. You don't say no to the Dictator's wife. Months went by. The woman had encountered Imelda at another social gathering and made a mistake. She asked about her necklace. Her husband lost his job. I think they either said he is lucky to not have disappeared or did disappear.
I learned that in a dictatorship you must watch what you say or bad things happen to you.
HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE RECENTLY PUT IN CHECK OVER WORDS THEY SAY OR NEED TO RESIGN THEIR JOBS?
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What brings me to this is my concern about how this WALL stuff is being enacted in our country. It echoes preWWII Gemany. In addition, it reminds me of that story from my childhood.
SUCKED DRY 1930 |
?2017 |
People get mad when they see a Punjabi who owns a convenience store. But do they get mad when a typically white twenty yr old boy drives a 53 grand car?
Who are these invisible illegal immigrants taking your job?
It is mass hysteria.
Get an education learn about denial and scapegoatism...be honest and stop fighting made up enemies. Get help you poor souls!
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