This story is about the incredible childhood of my mother, Rose, who grew up in the streets of Brooklyn N.Y. during the era where gangsters were looked up to as gods. After having a nervous breakdown at age six because of tragic deaths in her family she found a way to protect herself against poverty and the evils of her world.
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Imagine, living next door to the famous Bonnano crime family or being held hostage by a gangster during a shoot-out or hiding Al Capone’s guns in your shoeshine box, This story lets you enter a world where extraordinary circumstances were merely everyday events.
This is a true story of the Finazzo family who traveled from Sicily to America in search of the fabled "American Dream," only to find poverty, tragedies, death and even murder. It was the era of prohibition, speakeasies, and later The Great Depression, Gangsters, Racketeers and the Mafia that corrupted the neighborhood in Brooklyn New York where they migrated. This story tells how each family member was affected by this extraordinary environment.
Rosie, the main character, leads you through her many heart wrenching yet hilarious adventures as she struggles to survive on the streets of Brooklyn. At age ten her character is hardened by, poverty, murder, death, hunger and hearing the screams of her mother’s pain as she suffers with cancer. She steals to eat, smokes, cusses, boxes,and has psychic abilities which enable her to win the lottery and for a short time help her family . Sally, who eventually grows up to receive 'The Golden Gloves Award' teaches her to box but later he receives his first black eye in his boxing career from Rosie.
This novel will fill the audience with the gamut of human emotion and will be long remembered after reading (or viewing) the story. I believe this is a powerful story that will steal your heart. Because it involved my family, this story is written with my heart.
Chapter 1--A MOTHER'S TEARS
Giroloma stood at the window in her second story tenement house watching her husband, Francisco, walk across the street. He seemed to be in a hurry to meet some men he was aquainted with from the Italian club where he attended meetings. Her five children crowded around her as they waved to him anticipating the ice cream that was promised them on his return.
'He’s still a handsome man, even after all these years of marriage,' she thought. She remembered his bright blue eyes against his dark tan and how especially handsome he looked last
night in his gray pinstriped suit. She watched his easy stride as he crossed the street. Sensing that they were still watching him, he turned and gave them a wave. She waved back and started
to shut the window.
Suddenly three men appeared, walking towards him. Without a warning she heard the horrifying sound of loud staccato shots coming from the machine guns they carried. To her horror, she
saw her beloved husband as he was repeatedly shot. She saw his body jerk and jolt as each bullet hit its target. Then, like a rag doll he slowly crumbled to the ground, and the three men fled as quickly as they appeared. She stood transfixed, unable to breathe. Then there was a quite serenity, no movement, no sound. It seemed an eternity......It was too still.....time had stopped....the world had stopped. Giroloma opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Then she knew that somehow, she had died
that day, too. Suddenly as if in protest to the dead, her stomach turned and the little life inside her gave a large thrusting kick.