the "Mayor of Wallington" |
In 1920 he married Jennie Lammard, my grandmother. Jennie was Italian-American with the emphasis
on the “American”. She was born in
Brooklyn, not Italy. She refused to let
Italian be spoken in the house. As a
result, Michael spoke very little Italian except for some slang and funny
expressions. He taught me a few phrases and how to count
in Italian. I now wish I would have learned more Italian from him. My grandfather was an emotional man. Jennie died in 1956, but I remember seeing
him shed tears for his Jennie every year, on the date of their anniversary and the date of her death.
Life
was not always easy for Michael. He and
Jennie had a nice house in Garfield, but they were forced to sell it during the
Great Depression. They moved to a rental
apartment in Wallington. After his wife died, my mother cooked dinner for my
grandfather every night, so he spent a lot of time at our house. I’m
happy to say that I got to know him pretty well.
From the 1940’s until he retired, Michael worked at Midwest
Pipe Company. He mentioned that he
worked at the “bending table”, but it did not mean anything to me at the
time. By total coincidence, I got a
summer job at the same plant just after I graduated from high school, after my
grandfather had already retired. I
mostly did helper jobs like painting, cleaning or loading trucks, but there was
a two week stretch when an employee was on vacation that they asked me to work
on the bending table. The bending table
was used to bend large diameter pipes to a certain angle. The pipe was filled with sand and heated in a
furnace until it was red hot. The pipe
was bent using blocks and tackle and heavy ropes, but there was a lot of
crashing sledge hammers and clanging metal next to a red hot metal pipe. This was before OSHA. One slip and a person could be badly
burned. It was hot, dangerous, dirty, backbreaking
labor. It was the hardest two weeks of
work I ever experienced in my life. I
was glad when it was over. I am amazed when I think that my
grandfather Michael worked at that same horrible bending table every day for over 15
years! He was small in stature but very
strong. I remember him swinging a sledge
hammer to help break up the old sidewalk in front of our house. He was about 70 years old at the time.Of course, he took off his suit jacket before he swung that sledge hammer. He was always dressed as a gentleman, in a suit, a nice tie and a hat. People called him the "Mayor of Wallington”. He would smile and say hello to everyone. Almost every day, he would walk over the Market Street Bridge into Passaic. He would stop and talk to all the Jewish merchants in the shops along the way. Often he would come to dinner at our house with a new hat or watch and brag about the bargain he got.
He would start his day with a large healthy breakfast. It would always include an egg, some cereal
and “prumma juice”. It would also
include a shot of sweet vermouth. Probably
because of the good breakfast and the
daily 2 to 3 mile walk, Michael remained very healthy until he died suddenly of a heart
attack in 1976, at the age of 86.
My grandfather was physically strong, hardworking and honest. He was dedicated to his wife and family. He knew when to laugh and when to cry. He was always willing to help a person in
need. I have inherited many of his attributes. I am proud to be Michael Ambruso’s grandson.
And I am proud to be his great granddaughter! Thanks for these, Dad. It means so much to have it in writing.
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