IT’S A NATURAL SOLUTION
My grandfather Ernest Romanzo Davidson was born a Scot in Quebec, Canada who emigrated to the USA and later became a Naturalized Citizen. He came to the USA looking for work. He was a caretaker.
IT’S A NATURAL SOLUTION
Make all legal immigrants from all countries living in the USA for five years, who are employed in the USA, Naturalized Citizens by decree, with all the rights and responsibilities of USA citizens. No other preconditions.
Make all illegal immigrants living in the USA for five years, who are employed in the USA, Naturalized Citizens by decree, with all the rights and responsibilities of USA citizens. No other preconditions.
When some say it isn’t fair to those who had to go through a program to become a citizen: Keeping fifteen million people underground was tantamount to imprisonment; that wasn’t fair either. Even if it was by their own design, we the people looked away, because they wanted us to.
For those illegal immigrants, it is in the National Security interest of the USA to make them belong somewhere to someone to some country. The best option, since they’re already here is to accept them as part of the USA family.
We the people should learn that we can’t keep looking away, just because someone wants us to look the away.
It is way too late, fifteen million people too late, to resist amnesty. In bulk or en masse or as individuals they made contributions to this country.
Those in prison will also become citizens. Their criminal status will not change.
You cannot be a citizen of two countries and receive benefits from both.
The path to citizenship turned out to be a path to nowhere.
Make it as quick and as painless as possible. This will in no way absolve any person, citizen or not, legal or not, from any crimes committed against America, its people and/or its land and/or property.
This is not a criminal’s dream. Criminals will still be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
This is a people’s dream come true – advantageous to everyone.
Build a moat around the castle. Fill it with alligators and adjust numbers of immigrants allowable from all countries worldwide according to what the USA can withstand while still profiting and thriving as a nation and as individuals without any backslides that would hurt the existing citizenry.
Moat, castle, alligators are metaphors for structures and systems and deterrents used to control the flow of illegal immigrants.
Ernest Romanzo Davidson
14 Nov 1881 – Inverness Township, Megantic County, Quebec, Canada
04 Sept 1933 – Wells River, Orange, Vermont, USA
maternal grandfather of Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
11-14-07 letter from Mom Davies.
Dear Sharon, Steve and Rose, Today is the anniversary of my Dad’s birthday & he would have been 125 yr. old. Ernest Romanzo Davidson. The Romanzo was after an Indian who delivered him. He came to the states, married my Mom and died at 51 when I was a month from 7 yrs, and I remember everything about him.
He knelt beside my bed with me and taught me “Now I lay me down to sleep”. He was always there to help everyone at any time. He started to call me “Pearly” which my Mom didn’t like, so she decided I would be called Margaret. From then on he never called me anything but “punkin”. He never spanked me–my Mom took care of that–but she never spanked after Dad died.
I think her silence from time to time was worse than spanking!
Sharon and Steve, I was so thrilled with Evangeline!!! I read aloud from it this A.M. From 4-6-a peaceful time to read! Rick came with Alex @ 7:30 and I showed them and they thought it was great. The notes from you both were also special.
As I was reading about the Smithie, I recalled that Uncle Jim Mills started out as a blacksmith in Ryegate Corner, VT. at the same time buying and selling farms (a real estate agent?) From there he settled in a large farm in Wells River where they took my mother when she was seven years old. The farm still stands.
After retiring, they moved into town & bought the large Deming residence. He died 2 weeks before my Dad in the same house leaving his wife with five farms during the depression. She eventually sold them herself. I remember the paper she wrote, I, John Doe, do promise to pay Nellie Mills_____monthly. Total was $1000.00. Signed, John Doe. Witness Wendell Clark.
Now I remember his name–James Peavey. Because he never missed a payment when his veteran’s check came in, she never charged him interest. “AN HONEST MAN” she said. I don’t remember her ever preaching to me, but she constantly talked about the good things so & so did.
She never turned a hobo away from her door, but gave them some little chore to do so they could feel better about the meal. Imagine a 71 year old woman having brought up her sister (my grandmother) when she was 7, took my mother when she was 7 & myself when I was 7.
After her daughter died, she had a Seth Thomas clock put in the Wells River Cong. Church where I was baptized. Their only child Vera (Mrs. Verne Howard) died young in childbirth. One baby stillborn & Mom & 2nd baby died together. When Uncle Jim died, she had an archway put in the W.R. Cemetery MILLS MEMORIAL ARCH. As you enter, it says “I am the resurrection & the life”–as you leave “He that believeth in me shall never die”.
Because my mother had to leave town to find work after Dad died, my brother Jimmy (James Mills Davidson) & I stayed in W.R. Jim stayed until he married. I completed 8th grade there & was sent to be with my Mom in Bethlehem, N.H. & the Pierce family.
Nannie said a girl that age should be with her Mom. Of course I was sad and didn’t understand the reasoning then, but it turned out to be a very good choice. There was the Mom & Dad, a cousin their age, an invalid Gram who kept busy preparing veggies from big garden, knitting mittens for everyone & reading Grace Livingston Hills many love stories.
I became very involved with Methodist Episcopal church & was briefly, before I graduated, Superintendent of Sunday School. A couple years I was President of North Country Youth Fellowship. I had always loved school, did well & played basketball since 7th grade in W.R. I graduated in 1943 and still remember the final quote from my graduation speech. We had to write & memorize our own speeches. “He only earns his freedom and existence who daily conquers them anew. And such a throng I fain would see– stand on free soil among a people free! Then dare I hold the moment fleeing. Aye, linger a while, so fair thou art” ~ Goethe.
This was during WWII when our boys were leaving for war after graduation. Speaking of “Smithie”, it reminded me of a poem I heard Nannie quote, “Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree, a Village Smithie Stands”. I went to one of my poetry books & found it–also written by Henry W. Longfellow.
Nov. 16. Evangeline has sure taken me on a poetic journey! Now I’ll finish your letter. Yesterday I went to the hairdresser & weekly lunch @ the Senior Center where I had a lovely lunch of salmon boat with stuffing and dill sauce, broccoli, home fries, wheat bread and birthday cake for a member recovering from stroke. Alex went on field trip to Sturbridge yesterday. RAIN!!!
Thank you so much again for all your caring. Love & prayers, Mom.