i Jerry,
Yes, we did do the U.P. bike trip, around the Keewenau, It was Sept, 2013. The ride leader was from lower MI, all the others on the ride were from other states. Since I was the only one with U.P. roots, the leader dubber me the Yupper ?. expert. After every day biking, I was to give a talk on U.P. customs, history, etc. So each day, as my legs were turning the pedals, my brain was turning over ideas to talk about. First night I handed out mom’s pasty recipe. Several bikers after that sought out pasty places to try different versions. I also talked about the nationalities that settled there. One day I made a mental list of all the Finish names on mail boxes we passed. No one in our group knew what a Finish name sounded like, so that was interesting. Other nights I talked about the Poles, Italians, Scandinavians; the history of mining, U.P. expressions. Near the end of the trip, I took them on a tour of Bessemer, past the Semmerling farm, Washington school where my mother taught kindergarten for many years, city hall, court house. We were going to eat at La Panatela, but it was Labor Day weekend, and they were closed. Maybe our biking friend were just being kind, but they said there were impressed with Bessemer.
My last talk was about the immigrants coming to Bessemer to find a better life. I read to them the words of Bruce Springsteen’s song, “American Land.” My 4 grandparents, all immigrants worked very hard, as did their children, all my aunts, uncles, and my parents, but it is my 24 cousins, all different, but living fulfilling successful lives, enjoying the fruits of that American Dream. Our children, fourth generation Americans, are removed from memories of that time and take living here for granted. As one of them told me, “the hard word has been done for us.”
It was a memorable trip for me, thinking of what to talk about every night, recalling memories. After the biking, we spent some time in Bessemer and had our picture taken where we had our wedding reception, 50 years ago!
This is a belated reply to your email, but I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten you :-)
Claire
American Land"
What is this land America so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American Land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago they're still dyin now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land