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Old 01-24-2008, 08:38 AM   #22
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My maternal grandpa was known as a fun-loving (read: drunken) Irish rogue (Sullivan) who married into a Maine Yankee family with (to my great-grandparents horror) and ended up in Boston to raise a family.

He went to work for the Commonwealth in the prison system and although I cannot confirm it 100% (My mother absolutely refused to discuss it) family rumors from several sources indicated that it was he who was ordered to pull the switch on Old Sparky to fry italian immigrants Sacco and Vanzetti in a controversial case where many questions were raised over their guilt and whether their trial was legit. Probably one of the more famous executions in US history.

I can't tell you how blown away I was to hear that I was the grandson of an executioner, which didn't happen until I was in my late 20's. I had no idea. I never met him-- he died before I was born but his photos bear a startling resemblance to one of my brothers.

A few years later when I started dating my wife we would often visit her Grandparents who both emigrated to the US from Italy. He was an interesting dude that loved to shoot the breeze with me over Italian coffee and one day he asks me: "Did you ever hear the story about Sacco and Vanzetti?"

I didn't have the balls to tell him the deal. The guy had thumbnails the size of a silver dollar.

Since there are a few stories in this thread about the hardscrabble existence of our forebears, I will also mention that during one tough year when my Mother was very young they had no money to buy food for Thanksgiving and Grandma packed her kids up and took them to Boston City Hall where they guilted the pols on duty into passing the hat so they could have something to eat, an episode that haunted her for her entire life.

And I bitch that gas is 3 bucks a gallon.
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