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George W. Rose Collection [1900-2003]
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Cambridge (Mass.)
Dighton (Mass.)
Medford (Mass.)
Recife (Brazil)
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1900-2003
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This collection contains images related to the Rose family, focusing on the life of George W. Rose. Items include pictures from his childhood, his involvement in the local Cambridge, MA community, and material from his various business dealings. Most items focus on the time period between 1930-1980.<br /><br /><strong>Biographical Sketch</strong><br /><p>George W. Rose was a World War II veteran, entrepreneur, radio broadcaster, and activist in the Democratic Party in Massachusetts, as well as a delegate to the 1960 Democratic convention in which he was pledged to John F. Kennedy. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on August 16, 1921. His mother Anna (Souza) Rose (1882-1960), although born in Boston, had family roots in Sao Miguel, Azores. His Brazilian-born father, John Dutra Rose (1882-1951), who immigrated to the United States from Recife, had roots in Faial, Azores. Anna and John Rose raised nine children in Cambridge, with George being the youngest son.</p>
<p>At the time of George Rose’s birth, the Portuguese population in Cambridge was among the top five in Massachusetts. These Portuguese settled primarily in East Cambridge and by 1902 this community had grown to such an extent that the Boston archdiocese established St. Anthony’s parish. Most of East Cambridge’s Portuguese residents had immigrated from the Azores, notably Sao Miguel, and the majority were wage earners toiling in the city’s numerous factories.</p>
<p>George Rose’s father followed a slightly different path to East Cambridge. His mother, (George’s grandmother), Maria (Conceicão) Rose Oliver, or "Avo Salta" as the family lovingly refers to her, grew up in Horta, Faial, in a wealthy family. She wed John Dutra Rose but he proved to be an abusive husband. From her family she inherited an estate in Brazil in the coastal city of Recife and moved there. Apparently her husband joined her in Recife and she birth to her only son, also named John Dutra Rose. Perhaps with the hope that he would find more opportunity in the United States, his mother sent him at age 14 to Boston. Eventually she separated from her husband, left Brazil for Massachusetts, and remarried.</p>
<p>Upon his arrival in Boston, John Dutra Rose found work on a farm in Dighton, Massachusetts, living there and in New Bedford where he attended public school and learned English. John Dutra Rose subsequently moved to Cambridge, married George’s mother, Anna (Souza) Rose, and found work in the Cambridge Rubber Company’s factory, known for its production of rubber boots and a large employer of Portuguese. He would later establish a small repair business, specializing in the restoration of religious statuary.</p>
<p>Similar to many others of his generation in East Cambridge, George Rose grew up in a household where Portuguese was spoken, but he attended public schools and learned to navigate through both Portuguese and American cultures. After completing his grammar school education at the Putnam School, Rose entered Rindge Technical High School. Financial hardship in his family in the wake of the Great Depression, led him to apply for and receive a job in the federal Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC). He left school and moved to Colorado. His work with the CCC included the operation of heavy construction equipment and by 1940 he returned to Massachusetts, enlisting in the U.S.</p>
<p>Army and training in ordinance at Fort Devens, as well as in army construction equipment and maintenance at Fort Edwards.</p>
<p>Following Pearl Harbor and the entry of the United States into World War II, George Rose served in the U.S. Army Combat Engineers, participating in three major invasions: Guadalcanal, Bougainville, and Cebu in the Philippines. He spent a total of 34 months in combat duty in the South Pacific. Before his honorable discharge in 1945, he attained the rank of Sargent of the Guard at Fort Devens, and received a number of combat awards and medals, including a Presidential Unit Citation and three battle stars.</p>
<p>In 1945, while at Fort Devens, Rose met and married Mary Frances Turner of Haverhill, Massachusetts. The following year they had a daughter, Maureen Frances, the first of nine children. The other eight children, born between 1947 and 1965, were Sharon Ann, Carol Lee, George W. Jr., Marilyn Bernice, Donna Marie, Charles John, Kenneth Robert, and Judith Ann. George Rose purchased a house in Cambridge, before moving to nearby Medford.</p>
<p>To support his growing family Rose engaged in a number of businesses. This ranged from a refuse removal company to an asphalt paving firm. He also engaged in real estate, gaining accreditation through the Harvard University Extension program. He also attended the Calvin Coolidge College (no longer operating) in Boston, receiving a liberal arts degree in 1960. In addition, Rose was a well-known member of the Lusitania Club of Cambridge and was heavily involved in a number of charitable organizations, serving as president of the Cambridge Lions Club, chairman of the Cambridge Kiwanis Underprivileged Children’s Fund, and was a fund raiser for the Home for Italian Children in Boston.</p>
<p>Apart from his business activities, Rose, a talented athlete, excelling in basketball and soccer, played semi-professional soccer and nearly made the U.S. Olympic soccer team in 1956. He was well-known in the Boston area’s Portuguese community not only for his participation and leadership in a number of Portuguese social and cultural organizations, but also as a radio broadcaster on “The Portuguese Hour,” heard on Medford’s station WHIL, in which he was part-owner.</p>
<p>In part influenced by his older brother John Dutra Rose, Jr., who was active in local politics in Cambridge, George Rose became deeply involved in Democratic Party politics at the local, state, and national levels. An early supporter of John F. Kennedy, Rose was a delegate to the Democratic Convention in Los Angeles, in 1960. During presidential campaign he accompanied Kennedy to a number of rallies in the Boston area, translating for the many Portuguese in attendance. He was later a consultant for and friend of Congressman Thomas “Tip” O’Neil, as well as Governor Michael Dukakis.</p>
<p>In the 1960s and 1970s, George Rose was involved in a number of businesses, including restaurants and hotels, north of Boston, and in an automobile tire recycling firm. Dedicated to his family and friends, while always prizing his Portuguese heritage, Rose also took up painting and poetry. He retired from business in the early 1980s and</p>
<p>moved with his wife to Fort Meyers, Florida. Following his death in 1988, he received numerous accolades for his community service and charitable work, and was bestowed with a public square in Cambridge named after him and dedicated by Mayor Alfred Vellucci.</p>
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I guess it all started when my dad immigrated to this country from Brazil as a young boy in this early teens my grand mother sent him to the United States with only a birdcage and a suitcase and a note into his lapel telling the reader where he should be sent when he arrived here you see he could only speak Portuguese and coming to a strange company it was a very hard time for him he was quite bacon at the awkward stage and a young boy’s life my grandmother was very strong willed woman and after years of medical and physical abuse with my grandfather in Portugal she decide to go to receive a Brazil and live is where my dad was born and where they made their home for about 13 years or so being where the people spoke the same language made it a little easier for my dad and his mother she left much of her wealth in Portugal when she left my grandfather as her family on many acres of farmland etc. which my grandfather in a drunken rage would make her sign over to him for his money vases it was after one of the many meetings that she received his hand so she finally decided to leave and start a new life by herself and my dad.
when my dad‘s boat arrived in Boston pier harbor since he cannot speak no English a police officer from the north end of Boston took him to a Portuguese barber who is called upon to translate what my father would tell him the new on his lapel told of where his master could be reaching where to send him with his vacation toe and it’s only suitcase he was put on a bus to Dayton MA where his master is waiting for him he was to work on a fireman earn his room and board and intern they provide him with schooling and clothes
he was placed in the second grade of school where the kids used to make fun of him because of his size he couldn’t put his knees under the desk he was so large at times he was at the desk right off the floor screws and all many of the teachers would get aggravated at us and lost patience with him it’s on top of the kids making fun of him and teasing him for all the time and taking his hat and running away it was a frustrating time for dad at times they would throw his hat over a small cliff or he would have to climb down risking his life to get it the older boys also would beat him up and he on many occasions would go home with a bloody nose boys can be very cruel to other boys when they are not like them and don’t speak their language it’s hard for them to understand how my dad felt all the time
for recreation my dad and his friends would play with the iron barrels that came off the boats loaded with blubber from the wells they caught one day while he was playing with his friends they rolled him off a 20 foot cliff by the water and the Coast Guard had to come to rescue before the tide came in or he would’ve drowned
as he went to the older grades the children got bigger and became more resentful of him by the time he was getting stronger and stronger from all the hard work he did on his masters farm he would lift the barrels over his head and build up his muscles. The iron barrels were used by the wailers store blower oil which was used to burn lanterns he became more confident as he got stronger and would wrestle anyone to the ground he would cut occasionally get beaten up but all in all he try to hold his own his master had no sympathy for him when he did get her he was still apply to do his work on the farm his chores were many these were very lonely times for my dad he felt so alone and I haven’t seen that no one cared about him or his problems this is surely a place to inject that tough times never last tough people to my dad was one of the tough people and he had faith in him self
there was one time on his way home from school that my dad was stopped by three men who beat him up very badly he didn’t even know why the police patrol found him on the beach after his master and reported him missing he spent three days in the hospital and by this time he was getting very disgusted with America and the life he had here he decided to turn his life around then and there so when he got out of the hospital he started taking boxing lessons this wasn’t easy to find the time to do this so he would arise at 5:30 AM and go take his lessons from the Portuguese man who lives nearby and then go do his chores before going to school and be on his way he felt better about himself at this point in time and one day coming home from school he saw the same three men who would be in him up earlier and put them in the hospital he followed them and as it was getting darker they split up and when they were only two of them he caught their bear face and. he was so late it after doing this and satisfied himself that he thought it was the first time that he didn’t get the short end of the stick America is going to look better and better to him he continue taking boxing lessons in became quite good at it he loves school and he was in the fifth grade and besides working on his masters farm he helped load roll the drums of love or oil onto the beach where they would be loaded on the horse and buggy teams the boiler sometime so the barrels to the hardware stores nearby after dark when they wouldn’t be seen this was illegal.
One day on the way home from school three men stop my dad and them up very badly he didn’t even know why the police patrol found them on the beach after his mastered reported that he didn’t get home to work in the fields to pick the strawberries or take the potatoes he spent three days in the hospital by this time he was getting very disgusted with American his life here he started going to a boxing club that was near his masters house he would arrive at 5:30 AM and go take lessons from Portuguese man he liked him he learned how to defend himself there on one special day coming home from school he saw the same three men who would be in them up a few months earlier he waited just before dark and it’s better now they were only two of them with his bare hands my father got even with them he was so later that he would accomplish this and made a very satisfied it was the first time since he arrived here in America that he didn’t get the short end of the stick and he be the two of them he continue taking boxing lessons for three years and then left school in the fifth grade he would earn money helping roll the drums of love royal onto the beach where they were to will turn them to the horse and buggy teams.
Another incident that is where they have now is one time with my dad claimed over a cliff to get Eagles eggs which she was totaled bring a good amount of money and then put a rope over the cliff and let my father down to nest after retrieving about six or seven eggs one of the guys he previously picking up came by and without anyone knowing he cut the rope and my dad fell down to the rocks in the waters edge 20 people he broken arm and a leg another time while training he was holding onto a windmill blade and a glass of wine threw him to the ground and he broke his nose and are the Coast Guard with someone once again to rescue him from his fall off the cliff shortly after this his mother right here from Brazil and took charge of him he continued his boxing and became pretty good at it. he had an important fight scheduled for the Boston garden when he met and married my mother Anna Suzanne from the north of Boston they got married in the Portuguese church on Portland Street and it Cambridge East Cambridge where they settled my fathers boxing should promise in a big fight was promoted for him at the garden by the time my mother is about to give birth to my oldest sister Anna and wasn’t doing very good so my dad wouldn’t leave her side and the fight was forfeited he was barred from the ring and never thought again he worked hard without education to bring up eight children for boys and four girls not to mention taking into adopted children one time and then two more adopted children whose mother had died and they were close to my mother we also had my uncle living with us for a while my father had a heart of gold and so did my mother
we were 14 and all sitting down at the table and not much money coming in at the time we all survive the one way or another I can remember my grandmother making sheets out of the empty flower bag she got from Paula‘s bakery which was across the street from where we lived she would wash them out by hand and on a wash board in the sink and then set them out to dry after about four washings they would be soft enough for us to sleep on and sometimes there’s enough flour left in the sacks to make homemade bread and we sure look towards this we would put butter on it and have it with coffee or cocoa and sometimes we eat bananas with it
Mini time I can remember going to the railroad yard after school with a two wheel truck that my dad had made me to pick up Cole along the tracks I had fallen off the trains we swept the floor by a potbelly stove in the parlor and the school help to keep it going and keep us warm weather outside would be about three below zero and they would be 2 feet of snow outside my mother always had a big pan on the stove cooking a shoulder or ham there are plenty of vegetables in Portuguese kale and sausages my brothers and sisters all earned a little to help out the food situation at home no one went beyond high school education wise we didn’t have a lot of money but we had a set of parents who loved us tremendously we always came first with them
our parents sacrifice an off a lot of themselves make us happy the older ones kind of looked after us younger ones eaten a family and six others to feed was no easy task in those days without food and housing as it were
sickness in the house would be a catastrophe it would disrupt the whole household especially if dad or mother got sick but we survived at all and we came through strong and able to face I need to feed handed down to us in later life like a season sold or you learned thank the good Lord from day today and you learn to roll with the punches
what our families need today is to have hardship and then they try harder to better yourself by working more productively and you also learn the value of the book you remember the hard times and you spend accordingly you certainly do not wanna live your past over again you want to accomplish something so your parents will be proud of you knowing they sacrifice so much for you when you were young
things are bad at home although our monthly rent was only $30 that was hard for my father to me at Cambridge rubber company where my dad worked move down south and he was out of a job the company could operate their business cheaper down south
One of the things I did to help out at home moneywise was to sell newspapers after and before school I also sold bottled but like whiskey the papers I would pick up on third and Otis St., Berks candy store this would pay me one sent a paper two days a week I would go to Wanda’s café to pick up about 10 bottles half pints and pint of whiskey we called it bathtub rum and I would have to go to the rear of the café to pick it up in my little car that I would put under my papers and sell them to people on my paper and couldn’t get out the house I was I would receive $.25 for half pint and $.50 per pint and will get two cents back on the empties of which I received one cent I would deliver to the courthouse judges quarters and leave the whiskey with the secretary or janitor and sometimes get paid later the shares house was also a delivery spot as he lived across from the courthouse his cock was a good customer and will take 3 pints twice a week this is my big sale every week
One of the things I did to help out at home moneywise was to sell newspapers after and before school I also sold bottled but like whiskey the papers I would pick up on third and Otis St., Berks candy store this would pay me one sent a paper two days a week I would go to Wanda’s café to pick up about 10 bottles half pints and pint of whiskey we called it bathtub rum and I would have to go to the rear of the café to pick it up in my little car that I would put under my papers and sell them to people on my paper and couldn’t get out the house I was I would receive $.25 for half pint and $.50 per pint and will get two cents back on the empties of which I received one cent I would deliver to the courthouse judges quarters and leave the whiskey with the secretary or janitor and sometimes get paid later the shares house was also a delivery spot as he lived across from the courthouse his cock was a good customer and will take 3 pints twice a week this is my big sale every week
after this period of my life I got interesting in basketball and sports and give up the bootlegging and paper route I got a license to drive at 16 to I was captain of her basketball team each year and also the smallest player scored the most points for the three years that I was in school of all the weeks there was a boy name smoky from the Robert school who we always ended up playing in the finals on our team we had sent a red Callaway the tallest right card Joe Almeida let’s guard Tony Paiva left forward and Rivera or Cosmo Danito then Jesse Rogers Ralph’s for a Connie and Benny Spira were managers Horace Jake up was principal for school and Jerry Higgins was a seventh grade teacher he was also the coach I was written up in the papers all the time and the coach from wrench tech came to my house to see my parents and try to get them sent me to the school they guaranteed me a scholarship to almost any college that I could play basketball for them my grades in school weren’t that good at graduation they put me in in the central vocational School for one year I played basketball for school and the coach them and she said come down to the gym to watch me and talk to me about having good grades so I could go to his school
I went one year to vocational school and then transfer to wrench to Chi school where I made the varsity squad in my first year as a freshman this was somewhat of a fee and we went into the tractor tourney that year and I was riding high while playing basketball on the eighth grade at the Putnam school we had this team that played in the park department league of the city four of us from our school at the time we were champions and three others in the neighborhood when the city championship and how to play the new team who are also champs in their city I’ll never forget when we went to pay them a new one who’s the first three out of five games for the championship they had a beautiful new school gym and they came out with at least five basketballs they were sponsored by people with money and beautiful outfits they were new sneakers and warm-up suit and all the fringes they also cheerleaders and oranges to get a break towels and all the trimmings they really look like big dick on the other hand we were dress very raggedy dirty sneakers torn pan some of us even had string holding them up a couple of warm towels and two old basketballs I went one year to vocational school and then transfer to wrench to Chi school where I made the varsity squad in my first year as a freshman this was somewhat of a fee and we went into the tractor tourney that year and I was riding high while playing basketball on the eighth grade at the Putnam school we had this team that played in the park department league of the city four of us from our school at the time we were champions and three others in the neighborhood when the city championship and how to play the new team who are also champs in their city I’ll never forget when we went to pay them a new one who’s the first three out of five games for the championship they had a beautiful new school gym and they came out with at least five basketballs they were sponsored by people with money and beautiful outfits they were new sneakers and warm-up suit and all the fringes they also cheerleaders and oranges to get a break towels and all the trimmings they really look like big dick on the other hand we were dress very raggedy dirty sneakers torn pan some of us even had string holding them up a couple of warm towels and two old basketballs we didn’t feel very good about it as we knew people were laughing at us but we got into our huddle party started and said our usual prayer and encourage each other not to let their luxe fool us we can beat them we said they’re a bunch of pansies we hit them hard and made a couple files but we let them know we were around I was a captain and give the boys my usual peptalk or coach that we could do it just go out there and play basketball I think I got something like 26 points for the game I wanted to beat them so bad we ran circles around them in the final score was 66 to 45 I think we beat them so bad that in the end they were embarrassed not us the shirt is a vivid memory in my mind
I quit school and went into the cc cc my dad was on the PWA and I couldn’t afford to go to school any longer I had to walk about 2 miles each day just to go to school and another 2 miles to come home the coach begged me to stay in school but I had made up my mind to go to the service and go out to Powell Wyoming this will help my parents out and pay the rent to keep our three family house on 3rd St., Cambridge the adventure of going into the cc was also there for me and I even forge my age to get in I was a little under age at the time.
I received a check for $30.00 each month and assigned this to my parents. It at least, paid the rent. I attained the rank of Corporal and would then receive $36 per month. After that, they made me Sgt. at $45.00 per month. I kept sending the $30. allotment home and the balance was kept with me at camp. $15 I spent as I saw fit and I also made a few dollars on Saturday nights by boxing downtown at the American Legion Hall.
I could make $50 on Saturday night and get a blackeye or swollen leg but I managed to save a few bucks sometimes I would bet on myself I tried very hard for this my captain was a fight freak he liked me and a couple of other fighters and encouraged us it was nice to give orders a surgeon no one gave me any backtalk they knew I could handle myself one Saturday night I received a pretty good whipping from a local boy in the fight was a draw but I got my $50 anyway after this I never thought again I thought it was pretty good looking and I didn’t want to mess up my face it seemed ironic that my father father because he was not an American and at the time I was fighting it was because I was an American in the army barracks we were controlled by army officers lived barracks and wore khaki uniforms
The towns people didn’t like us that much it was also survival of the fittest the money also played a major part life is funny that way I gained respect in town and it helped our camp a lot of people seem to like me after a while and our camp did a lot of good for the towns people we did a lot of fundraising for them also
I came home two years later and looking back I think that this was the best thing I ever did joining the cc he got me right at the time I was into stealing cars at Boston Garden and selling them for bucks we would sell fog lights for five dollars or $10 a set breaking into cookie factory on front Street I also still radio some cars in Cary number slips for the buggies in both numbers for people in the north end I was getting in with a bad element when I went away and was fortunate that I was never caught I can’t help but think back at the age of about nine I would get up at 5:30 AM and go over to louisville Plaza gon’s five houses away from where I lived in a three family house Paula bakery was on the corner of our street and I used to go get the horse at the barn feed him out and then hook them up to the team give him water Comes Main in Mall they’re loading the team with the fresh Portuguese bread I will get $.25 a day for doing this then I would start my paper route
I did well on my paper route also selling the whiskey and picking up the returned bottles I had a compartment under my papers for that stuff and delivered it only in the wee hours of the morning
Joe Lopez whose mother and father of my godparents Luis Lopez on the barn where Joe archer pretty kept his horse and where Paula boarded his horse and team the old man my godfather Luis Lopez was a furniture mover with his horse and team are used to go with him sometimes in the summer to take chunks to the ships people going to Portugal or Island Ireland etc. I like to go with him at 6 PM the people in the ships are nice to us they would give us food to eat that we never tasted before and some fish to take home also young Tony Lopez worked at the courthouse he drove a pick up truck for the county maintenance department he liked me and was always ready to do anything he could for me he had keys for every office and I can leave my papers in the little bottles for judges etc. he was well liked at the courthouse and could do anything that he wanted to he was also very honest and religious he got me the job at the Institute movies through father Flaherty the priest from the Sacred Heart church who owned the show.
Joe Lopez was Tony Lopez’s brother he was always drunk and worked for the city of Cambridge on the street department rolling out barrels rubbish I was the only one he would pay any attention to he liked me because I was tough if he was in a fight I would stop him and take him home he was always being locked up by the Cambridge police for one thing or another fighting mostly huge fight with anyone he was a look-alike for Wallace berry one day it took five policeman to put him into the patty wagon as we called it he was handcuffed and beat up so badly they had to call the ambulance to take him to the hospital I kicked and punched a police man I was crying the police man give me a shovel and I landed on my fanny and didn’t get up about 10 minutes Joe saw me crying and that started him off again while he lay there in a puddle of blood waiting for an ambulance with five cop standing over him with handcuffs twisters on both wrists and they were bleeding badly I have never forgotten the side of the corner of third and Spring Street by the old courthouse and the police box was on the pole two doors down with Joe Lopez brother Manuel Lopez and his wife Agnes use the box with my dad at the training camp they had in the north end of Boston
When I got my license to drive a contact with the book is in the north end they trusted me and give me an address where to pick up certain people and take them to the table games card and dice games already given an address for the games will be held and I was the only one who knew that that was because if they were ever read it by the police no one would rob the games I was trusted by the boys in town as long as I was I could get five dollars for delivery and five dollars for pick up I was asked to get involved in a credit card cashing in other schemes but always refused my poor dad was on the PWA administration making $27 a week eight hours a day 40 hours a week I was making more money than him with my little schemes I would carry slips on my person that were written up by the book is the slips range from one cent five dollars sometimes I have cash of three dollars for four dollars and I would have a slips duplicated the customer also had a copy of what number they played for the day the number will come out of the race track meets phone number track meets ph When I got my license to drive a contact with the book is in the north end they trusted me and give me an address where to pick up certain people and take them to the table games card and dice games already given an address for the games will be held and I was the only one who knew that that was because if they were ever read it by the police no one would rob the games I was trusted by the boys in town as long as I was I could get five dollars for delivery and five dollars for pick up I was asked to get involved in a credit card cashing in other schemes but always refused my poor dad was on the PWA administration making $27 a week eight hours a day 40 hours a week I was making more money than him with my little schemes I would carry slips on my person that were written up by the book is the slips range from one cent five dollars sometimes I have cash of three dollars for four dollars and I would have a slips duplicated the customer also had a copy of what number they played for the day the number will come out of the race track Mutual number of three and four digits the person who played would get six dollars for every one dollar they pay anywhere from one cent on three numbers to any amount in for numbers also if someone got a good hair I would get a five dollar bill from them I could run like hell so I’d ride in the car with the pick up man who would pick up cash and slips in the buggies if we were stopped by the police five please I was a takeoff on foot with the slips on my person and find my way to Prince Street third-floor in Boston where we turn the men that was an extra bonus when this happened the police were old and fat and had my none of them could catch me I would go into apartment houses over roofs and had my getaway routes marked days before four or five times I have some close calls but I never got caught don’t think the police ever really tried that hard they would see me at other times and threaten to kick my ass but they really weren’t that forceful I guess they play the numbers and selves and didn’t feel it was doing much harm to the neighborhood only around election time were the politicians making noise about gambling.
Today we are almost doing the same thing with her lottery games only in the states get the profit and it is legal now millions of dollars are going into the state treasury department I know because I worked for the lottery picking up the slips the stores in my own vehicles I lost it for about six months and couldn’t hack it anymore getting in and out of my car my back bothered me so much so I resigned it seems ironic that I was doing the same thing for the state legally that was I was doing years ago illegally boy does time in politics make a difference the state took the Buckys gaming away but replace it with her own that’s OK though
Now it seems clear found out that my nephew Ronnie rose my brother son Eddie is in California he left his wife Mary when is three boys Ronnie Eddie and Jackie were small I hope his wife Mary whenever I could to help bring up the kids Ronnie was the oldest and he had a pilots license to fly a plane anyway it seems cliff and Josie got involved with the connection in Columbia cliff and Joe went over there and came back and took Ronnie over to Columbia to pilot a route to bring some stuff into the US to Florida it seems they made the drop from the plane they were to pick the stuff up on a small island so I had to pick the stuff up before them when they got there with the big boat that was assigned to them by the people from Argentina the stuff was already picked up so close blame Joe and Joe blamed Ronnie Ronnie figured it was close friends so they were fighting amongst themselves one night Ronnie called me and said Cliff wanted to meet him in East Boston at a certain garage that was connected with the big boys in Boston in New England it seems that Clift you some of the money for the operation and they wanted to find out Now it seems clear found out that my nephew Ronnie rose my brother son Eddie is in California he left his wife Mary when is three boys Ronnie Eddie and Jackie were small I hope his wife Mary whenever I could to help bring up the kids Ronnie was the oldest and he had a pilots license to fly a plane anyway it seems cliff and Josie got involved with the connection in Columbia cliff and Joe went over there and came back and took Ronnie over to Columbia to pilot a route to bring some stuff into the US to Florida it seems they made the drop from the plane they were to pick the stuff up on a small island so I had to pick the stuff up before them when they got there with the big boat that was assigned to them by the people from Argentina the stuff was already picked up so close blame Joe and Joe blamed Ronnie Ronnie figured it was close friends so they were fighting amongst themselves one night Ronnie called me and said Cliff wanted to meet him in East Boston at a certain garage that was connected with the big boys in Boston in New England it seems that Clift you some of the money for the operation and they wanted to find out Who is lying maybe get a bullet as well Ronnie knew I had a lot of friends and his boss and also all the big guys in town because I used to know them well and had friends in high places in the underworld I picked up numbers in my earlier days Ronnie and I were to meet Cliff over there at about 8 PM we didn’t know that Joe castrato was going to be there also anyway Ronnie and I pulled up across the street from the garage and Cliff pulled up behind us with another fellow a little short kid sullivan I guess he knew me also I was on the left driver side Ronnie close the sidewalk when I saw Cliff pull up behind me and his caddy he got out as soon as I stopped I got out walked back to him and I saw that he had a handgun he said I’m going to kill a little bastard and started across the rear of my car towards Ronnie who’s just about to get out of the car I had it cliff off and grab the hand with a gun and swing him around and had his face on the back trunk of my car and his other hand not the one with a gun bent up and back of him and he was pending couldn’t move I stayed down Ronnie He’s gone hand is still free against the back window but in an awkward position I said what the hell is the matter with you Cliff he said the little bastard fingered the job I said I found out who did it at this moment I would’ve told Cliff anything else across the street and my friend at the garage with a shotgun with two policeman slow down and we’re about to stop when I said it’s OK fellows they are friends of mine in the cruiser just kept on going I said Cliff get into my car first and first then I said Ron you get in also click on the backseat right in front with me driving cliff walk to run in the back of the head more of a slap in a punch he said to me you are strong little bastard I said what’s wrong with you because it ain’t worth going to jail for life when you don’t even know the whole truth of what happened we pulled away and stopped at the road where we were alone his car followed and Josie followed along behind him I said OK Ryan let me hear your story then we will hear yours Cliff he said He’s gone hand is still free against the back window but in an awkward position I said what the hell is the matter with you Cliff he said the little bastard fingered the job I said I found out who did it at this moment I would’ve told Cliff anything else across the street and my friend at the garage with a shotgun with two policeman slow down and we’re about to stop when I said it’s OK fellows they are friends of mine in the cruiser just kept on going I said Cliff get into my car first and first then I said Ron you get in also click on the backseat right in front with me driving cliff walk to run in the back of the head more of a slap in a punch he said to me you are strong little bastard I said what’s wrong with you because it ain’t worth going to jail for life when you don’t even know the whole truth of what happened we pulled away and stopped at the road where we were alone his car followed and Josie followed along behind him I said OK Ryan let me hear your story then we will hear yours Cliff he said OK cousin no one else could do this to me only you because I love and respect you I said promise me you’ll behave yourself and let him finish his story of what he knows happened I said I can’t understand how you guys got tied up in the shit anyway do you know the harm that dope does to a lot of nice families OK Ryan let’s hear what your story is I kept her in his truck because I knew there would be a blow up close kept interrupting wrong but I will shut him up and then listen to Cliff and I said my piece and told him what I knew about the whole deal after talking to Ron Josie and the boys in town and who I thought and they knew the right story I promise class at the boys really knew what had happened and that they were in the clear it was because of Josie’s friendship with the fellow who is served with in jail that they got drunk together one night and Joe trusted him a little too much he evidentially had made a couple of scores
with the fellow interested him on this job that Cliff Joe and Ron we’re going on drinking together with friends makes loose lips as we say in the service loose lips sink ships anyway Cliff felt relieved that he was off the hook with the boys he sponsored him he said I never knew you were in good with so many people he and Ronnie talked but I want to talk with Joe and he still had his gun right beside him he said he knew cliffy and that was why he brought it with him I told him the whole story he wouldn’t talk to Cliff he said just tell Cliff to stay away for me and I will him as long as we know the whole story and the boys in town are looking for us I assured him of that cliff hugged me and said thanks Cuz I appreciate all you’ve done in this I said you I could’ve gone to jail I had your gun on me and the cops are going to stop he said he was sorry and we all left
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Recollection written by George W. Rose.
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Immigrants
Brazilian Americans
Family violence
Bullying in schools
Boxing
Portuguese American women
Paperboys
Basketball teams
Civilian Conservation Corps
Automobile theft
Police
Bookmakers (Gambling)
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Recife (Brazil)
Dighton (Mass.)
Cambridge (Mass.)