Ancestors and
Progeny
My progeny, some
of whom the still carry the unusual last name of Polish origin, have emerged as
mostly high school and college-educated good citizens. In the American melting pot tradition, some
have inter-married with spouses of Lebanese, Irish, Italian and other American
backgrounds. Thankfully, none of them, to my knowledge, have been afflicted by
the many ills prevalent in our society.
None are drunks or drug addicts, or criminals.
I am the
patriarch of this extended family at this point, with my direct offspring in
their sixties, and their adult kids in their twenties and thirties.
I’ve done some
Ancestry.com work lately, and gone back to the Ellis Island records showing
when my ancestors arrived in the U.S. My
grandfather Wojciech Gruszecki, (Albert in English],
was born in 1870 in what is shown as Jaslo, Galicia, Austria, and emigrated to
the U.S. in 1906 at age 36. (Remember
that Poland did not exist as a country from 1795 to 1918).
My grandmother
Anna Gruszecka, whose maiden name was Anna Kluza, is shown as emigrating to the
U.S. in 1910 at age 29. This indicates that she was married in Poland
before emigrating to the U.S., but the records are unclear. Both my grandmother and grandfather were from
what now is Southeastern Poland, about 150 km from Ukraine, and 100 km from
Slovakia.
My grandparents became
poor dirt farmers in Savoy, Massachusetts, like many other immigrants at that
time. Their property, close to the
Windsor line, was about 100 acres of mostly wooded land. I don’t believe that they ever became
American citizens. They just stayed and
farmed as resident aliens. Wojciech
Gruszecki, 1872-1946. Anna (Kluza)
Gruszecka, 1877-1950.
They had five
children, my aunts Stacia (1904-1972), Sophie (1906-1981), and Mildred
(1912-1994), my father Teddy (1909-1970), and my uncle Walter (1915-1974). One child died at birth. I don’t think that any of them went to high
school, instead helping out on the farm, or entering the work force in their
early teens. All three of these aunts
worked in local cotton mills from their mid-teens until later in life. My aunts Stacia and Sophie did not have any
children. My Aunt Mildred had two kids.
I remember my
father being one of the last of his generation (in the 1940’s), to be able to
effectively use teams of horses for plowing, harrowing and other farm
work. He was also naturally mechanically
inclined, and was able to tear down, repair and rebuild all manner of
automotive and other mechanical equipment.
He helped me to replace rings and bearings on some of the junk-type cars
that I used for transportation in my younger days.
My father was
also comfortable “working the land”, - from farming to logging, to farm
animals. Without really any formal
education, he could do pretty much anything he set his mind to do.
My mother was also
born in Southeastern Poland in 1905, in a rural area named Nieczajna Gorna. She emigrated to Chicago in 1921 to join her
sister Mary, who had preceded her. She
traveled to Western Massachusetts to visit her cousins (Tabors) in the late
1920’s, when she met my American-born father.
They both spoke English and Polish, and embarked on a 1920-30’s style
courtship in the times of Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover.
They married in
1933, and I was born in 1936. My sister
came later, in 1943, in the middle of the second world war. My father lived from 1909-1970, and my mother
from 1905-1987.
Moving on to my
generation and later, I was born in 1936, and can remember some of the economic
depression of the 1930’s, and quite a lot of the Second World War. I could of course read quite well by the time
that the war ended in 1945, but I was too young to have developed any real
political beliefs. My mother was an FDR
enthusiast. Others, at the time, called
him “that bastard, Frankie”. My father
was apolitical, and probably might have qualified as a modern Libertarian. He was independent, and very much his own
man. He did not deign to comment on
politics. If out of a job, he would create
his own job, doing something connected with the land. I remember one of his epithets when referring
to Roosevelt’s Work Project Administration of the 1930’s which engaged indigent
men in public works projects. My father
Teddy called it “We Poke Around”.
I worked with my
father from time to time when I was in my teens, and got to know him a bit more
than his natural taciturnity allowed. He
was a hard worker who did excellent work at whatever he did. He left that good habit with me.
I was good in
school and enjoyed it. I chose the
Scientific Course, and I got good grades in high school while working a full
shift at a local cotton mill from age 16 onwards. I finished number three in my graduating
class of one hundred plus, and received several scholarships and awards.
It was 1954, and
since I was dirt poor and working for $1.15 per hour in the local cotton mill,
I had intended to join the U.S. Military, and continue my education later on
the G.I. Bill. My mother, my high school
principle, Mr. Grosz, and the scholarships I got, directed me toward studying
Engineering at Northeastern University in Boston. So, I left “the sticks” of Savoy and Adams,
left my car, left my friends, and headed for big city Boston and academia.
I won’t be boring
with my college adventures. Suffice it
to say that I graduated and got my degree in Chemical Engineering in 1959 with
a modest grade point average.
Northeastern University was a co-op school, so basically, other than the
first full year, for the next four years, we went to classes for half of the
year, and worked in a related field for the other half of the year. In my case, I also worked on my own while I
was attending classes, which cut in to study time, but which allowed me to eat. Back then, you could get through college with
diligence and hard work, some scholarships, and nominal financial help from
family and friends.
My son Craig
also got his Chemical Engineering degree from Northeastern in 1983, and my
granddaughter Alana got her PharmD from Northeastern in 2012. Craig was pretty much able to work his way
through college, (with scholarships), like I did. He may have owed a small amount upon
graduation.
In the modern
inflationary world, my very intelligent granddaughter, Alana, with many
scholarships because of her nearly 4.0 brightness, and with working co-op,
still ended up owing a chunk of money to the academic bandits.
Another
granddaughter, Katie, studied medicine at Boston University, and obtained PANCE
accreditation in their masters program as a Physician Assistant. Katie is also a 4.0 type student and received
many scholarships, but still generated substantial debt.
Granddaughter
Colleen got her degree in Business Administration from Fashion Institute of
Manhattan. She also generated substantial
student loan debt.
Two Grandsons,
Matthew and Tommy, have Computer Science degrees. Matthew from Marist College in Poughkeepsie,
NY, and Tommy, just weeks ago, from SUNY Binghamton, NY. Tommy has a job lined up with JP Morgan Chase
in the New York City area starting in a few weeks. Matthew is working locally, living at home,
and still looking first his first professional job. Matthew is on the spectrum, but then, so is
the richest person in the world, Elon Musk.
Daughter Suzanne
Grimes and her three kids all have college backgrounds. Her husband Jimmy is a retired union super
who worked all over New York City in the metal lathers union all of his life,
and most likely has made more money than any of us. He is now retired, and
contracting as a sideline, just to keep busy.
I believe that
Suzanne has an associate degree.
Grandson Jimmy Jr. has a professional job as a Marketing
consultant. Other grandson Eric is a
medical nurse at a Westchester County hospital.
Granddaughter Kristine just graduated from college. She will be a caregiver.
My sister and
her family are primarily business owners or business oriented, and have
developed their success in life along those lines. Some of their offspring are
inclined toward art and other creative pursuits, and hold degrees in those areas. All are intelligent, well-adjusted productive
citizens.
So, from
peasants in Poland 150 years ago, and poor dirt farmer immigrants in New
England some 120 years ago, and blue-collar workers 100 or so years ago, the
extended family has evolved into an Engineering, Medical, Information
Technology and Business and Art professional class.
As the first and
oldest of this panoply to go to college and get an engineering degree, I guess
I’ll have to proudly take credit for being the patriarch of this extended family,
and the instigator of this movement from peasantry to professional. I have lived a long life, and like for many of
us, there has been some strife and disappointment in my life. But this has been tempered with many joys,
not the least of which is seeing all the people coming up after me, who are
living happy and well adjusted lives.
Ray Gruszecki
June 7, 2023