So that's my tale of immigrant woe. My ancestor had to work for 4 days before she owned the factory because she was hot. The End.
Bruce,
I was taking a drink of Mountain Dew while reading your post. I nearly nose-puked laughing. Ha! Ha! Ha! :-)
Awesome. Up the Irons..? Bruce Dickinson?
Your ancestors were fortunate.
Mine were such a PITA that the English crown sent an army to the highlands, rounded up the majority of the clan and shipped them here to the colonies.
Once here they hauled their butts so far inland the Kings taxman couldn’t find them.
They were pretty defiant devils.
That’s a great story!
Interesting story! Good for your g.g.g.grandmother - and her descendants.
I once met a gal who moved to Palm Beach. She was a tall, gorgeous model with long legs and red hair. She got a job at Hermes on Worth Avenue and was there a couple of days before a gazillionaire walked in. She walked out with him and never went back to the store for her paycheck. How it all turned out, I don’t know.
That’s at least a story of some personal effort or sacrifice to enter and stay in this country. There’s that old adage for young women - “marry the richest man you can stomach.”
And, in this, the ‘sacrifice’ possibly could have been hers - but her choice and not a burden on the taxpayer. The real issue today is the public support these refugees and immigrants are getting (AND STAYING ON!).
Great Grandma’ Was HOT !
DANG!
Great story!
Hooray for us hot redheads!
“So that’s my tale of immigrant woe. My ancestor had to work for 4 days before she owned the factory because she was hot. The End. “
I see nothing wrong with requiring a high level of “hot” in our immigration candidates.