My grandfather was born in a small town in Poland near Zakopane. Their family did things all to do with horses and my gandfather was a blacksmith. In 1912 he came to the USA to avoid the Austro-Hungarian Military Service. He worked as a foreman at Crane Company making steel. He married my grandmother in 1921. They used to purchase apartment buildings and fix them up and re sell them. My mom used to tell a story about him buying this run down stucco house in teh 1930's. He couldn't get the paperwork to tear it down and rebuild, so he got a permit to do repairs and an extrension. He built a brick house around it and tore it down. After prohibition ended they opened a taven. He was very fond of jokes, tongue twisters and puns. He used to sing this parody of the polish National Anthem (he was Polish) with the words "Oh the whiskey doesn't go sour, as long as we are drinking".
My grandfather was born in a small town in Poland near Zakopane. Their family did things all to do with horses and my gandfather was a blacksmith. In 1912 he came to the USA to avoid the Austro-Hungarian Military Service. He worked as a foreman at Crane Company making steel. He married my grandmother in 1921. They used to purchase apartment buildings and fix them up and re sell them. My mom used to tell a story about him buying this run down stucco house in teh 1930's. He couldn't get the paperwork to tear it down and rebuild, so he got a permit to do repairs and an extrension. He built a brick house around it and tore it down. After prohibition ended they opened a taven. He was very fond of jokes, tongue twisters and puns. He used to sing this parody of the polish National Anthem (he was Polish) with the words "Oh the whiskey doesn't go sour, as long as we are drinking".
