My Email to heaven

           My “Email to Heaven”

I write this after 5 months of missing you, crying daily from not being able to see, hear, want you!  I know that you loved me as much as I loved you and still do. Today I read a book you wrote to yourself many many years ago. (25 years). I’ve read it many times since I found it in your drawer, and cry every time. It is Beautiful. I will keep this as a Draft so I can continue to tell you my feelings. Yes, I talk to you daily many times, but this is just for me and you. an email to heaven. WHAT HAPPENS MOST IS HOW AT THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT AM LOOKING AT “32”! IN CAN BE IN ANY FORM, Our alarm clock on our dresser, looking at the back of a car and on the license plate is “32”! “32′, ”32 “,”32 “! And each and every time I stop and see you in my mind and say in my mind how I love you and miss you! No, not sad but it’s like telling you in person as I know you’re there besides me telling me “look it’s”32 “!!!

The song we sang together 

For once in my I have someone to dream of,

For once in my life, I have someone who needs me

Someone I’ve needed so long

For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me

Somehow I know I’ll be strong

For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of

Long before I knew

Ooh, someone warm like you

Would make my dreams come true

Yeah, yeah, yeah (For once in my life)

For once in my life, I won’t let sorrow hurt me

Not like it’s hurt me before (Not like it’s hurt me before)

For once, I have something I know won’t desert me

I’m not alone anymore (I’m not alone anymore)

For once I can say, “This is mine, you can’t take it”

As long as I know I have love, I can make it

For once in my life, I have someone who needs me

(Someone who needs me)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah

(Someone who needs me)

Oh, I’m in love, baby

For once in my life (For once in my life)

I won’t let sorrow hurt me

Not like it’s hurt me before (Not like it’s hurt me before)

For once, I have something I know won’t desert me

I’m not alone anymore (I’m not alone anymore)

For once I can say, “This is mine, you can’t take it”

As long as I know I have love, I can make it

For once in my life, I have someone who needs me

(Someone who needs me)

Oh, for once in my life

(Someone who needs me)

Yeah, somebody that needs me

(Someone who needs me)

more for HandstoGod

Re: ICCFA – Please Advise

Sal Bianco Jr salbiancojr@gmail.com

Tue, Mar 15, 11:52 PM

Reply

to Christian

First of all, I’m almost 90 years old and have basically been retired for many years. What I’m trying to do now is to introduce a great way for people who have just lost a loved one, a way to have a true keepsafe of the person who has just passed. It is a true copy, with its DNA and ashes of that person’s hand. with the feel touch as an exact replica. I’ve started this new program as I, too, just went through losing my wife and a hand I had made of her hand by my son has more than helped me to overcome sadness and brought comfort instead. The company I’ve formed is called Hands to God and its site is: handstogod.com, go to it and see just what we offer. So I just want to have Funeral parlors to have this opportunity to offer real help in overcoming sadness and add remembrance instead.

so, it is funeral parlors who will benefit as well as the families involved both benefiting from my process.

Sal Bianco Jr

White Knight Adventures L.L.C.

sal@banco.net

772-205-9774

On Tue, Mar 15, 2022 at 1:26 PM Christian Henslee <chenslee@multiview.com> wrote:

Hello Sal,

The International Cemetery, Cremation and Funeral Association is offering a few select industry suppliers an opportunity to market their brand in front of the Association’s Members, 7,800 + funeral home owners and managers in an industry worth millions annually. We are partnered with ICCFA to manage their online buyers guide.

I want to connect with you to discuss your current marketing plans and to see if a campaign, like these currently available through ICCFA, would fit with your company objectives going forward.

When do you have time for a quick call?

Thank you,

 

 

Christian Henslee

Sr. Marketing Consultant, Media Sales

7701 Las Colinas Ridge, Suite 800 Irving, TX 75063

Office: 469-420-2634

Claire’s hand

These pictures are of my wife’s hand that was made 12 years ago. Since she died on 3/12/22, I keep it near me and it keeps her in my mind as though she were sleeping next to me. I miss her terribly and being almost ninety I know it won’t be too long before I’m with her again!!! For 27 years we made each other feel as though we were truly in heaven! For I was her first happy time after a 36 year marriage that was heartbreaking and the only good that came from it was her 2 sons and daughter. Without realizing it she saw in me everything she ever dreamed of! Seeing her from the second I saw her I was in love, had to meet her made her my lover, married her and we traveled 300,000 miles in a motor home I built from scratch! But now all of that is gone but the great memories and this, her exact hand. Because of it I formed a company called “Hands to God.com” and there is where my gift to her memory is kept. Go take a look!!!

how I got my scarf and going to italy!

I think I’ll stick my two cents into this conversation and mention my experiences in relation to what’s been said here. My father and mother went to Italy to be the best man for Aniello’s grandfather. I was very young but I know it was a time when our families were getting back together. Later a man came and stayed at our house who also was a cousin. I can’t remember his name but know he was an Italian customs official. He spoke in a little broken English but he was a strong minded person who spoke his ways. He is the one who told me that I had been chosen to wear the scarf of a great Bianco who fought in a war. Before that he was a man who was a bandit who held upstages and always wore a big scarf over his face as he did so! He shared his earning with the village and was respected and feared by all. He had a small band of men and they would enjoy the local women, as he was a lover of sorts. (That was all I was told at this time), The relative was insistent that this was an honor and I believed him, as my father had also agreed that it was what I should do. I took this on and have worn a scarf for all the years that have followed. If for some reason a would leave my home without it, I would go back no matter how far I had to go to get it, till I realized that a spare was acceptable, but if I was out without it I felt and still do feel I have no cloths on…TRUE! In all the years that followed, I never thought anything about it till I and my wife Claire went to Italy to visit my family there because Aniello showed up in America and I then wanted to visit and meet all there. While there I was treated like I was always there and my cousin, Aniello,s grandfather took me under his wing and his grandmother would prepare meals for killing. You can’t imagine how wonderful I felt being there and accepted by all. A women cousin who stopped doing her normal routine of being a pediatrician while we were there and took us everywhere and treated me like her brother. Her name is Marieantoinette and I will never forget how wonderful she was. Aniello showed up and it was complete. His grandfather and he brought me along with them into the history of what and where the Bianco family fit together. It was wonderful to watch them both tell me of our history as they both glowed, making me glow as well. Years later, when Aniello told me of his death, I was unbelievably sad… more like my father’s death! Actually it was because my father was suffering so bad from cancer that you could not watch him suffer. Aniello is now like my son, as when he came into my life it was with a jump into my arms and hugging me like we had met before and he missed me terrible as we hugged each other. In a sense, I feel like I’m like our bandit ancestor in many ways. In my life I travelled to Asia and took from all the manufacturers there, by paying pennies for things they made and selling then selling them for 10 times the amount. They actually thought they were cheating me as all they ever got for their products was rice, and they couldn’t sell it for more than the government’s established prices, as anyone charging more were hung on the spot… I’ve seen it happen! However, doing this in the Philippines, I gave work to thousands of people who were Living in grass huts in little villages and had nothing but their religion for comfort. Well, I’m babbling on now, so THE END!

Next:

The other day I wrote something to a neighbor who thanked me for sharing my life adventures! I in turn wrote back to her this, but didn’t realize how true it is, take a look!!!

You sound like you’re on the same road as me! No traffic lights to stop us, and all down hill, cause we’re taking the right road,to heaven!!!

How did you get your first job?

How did you get your first job?

by Sal Bianco Jr on January 20, 2022.

 

My First Job after returning to New York

In 1961, I returned to New York after attempting to start a trucking business delivering fruit, with my brother Al, and brother in law, Dominic Guerriero, which failed due to 3 solid years of crop failures in California. I was then able to find a job at a low end retail store, making flower arrangements (a story about this time is in the works) and worked at it till my wife, being tired of California, left suddenly for New York with my two sons, unbeknownst to me. After following her, and once there, I looked for work and finally found a job working for a company called First American Natural Fern Co. They had heard about my abilities from their artificial flower wholesale customers in California, and how I had built a small business into a large volume customer of theirs. So First American hired me at $100.00/week, but promised after 3 months they would raise my salary to $200.00/week. So, they had me do the same thing I had done in California, but now at Bloomingdale’s in Brooklyn, that is, making flower arrangements in it’s Gift Department, for their customers who would either bring in their special containers, or buy those available, that I had made for sale. It was so busy all the time that one day I actually keeled over from exhaustion, and wound up in a hospital. When first hired at First American, I was promised by its owner, an increase in salary after three months from $100.00/week to $200/week, so when the time came and upon receiving my paycheck, just after my fainting incident at Bloomingdale’s, I asked for that raise. The owner of First American said “Oh no, not yet, but after another 3 months he would give me the raise”. Naturally, being Italian, I blew up as he had broken his promise to me. I told him to get someone else for Bloomingdale’s, cause: ” I quit”. I said it so loud, that he actually flinched and was very frightened, as I stormed out.

I went directly to his competitor, Zunino Altman Inc., another Artificial Flower company, larger and owned by Revlon Cosmetics. (Note: After a few days, the son of the owner of First American, called me and asked me to come back at $200.00/week. I said “No thank you, as I’m now working for ZA, and by the way, watch out at Bloomingdale’s.” Since I knew the buyer there and he knew it was me that made his business grow, eventually, ZA became the company now selling Bloomingdale’s.)

When I arrived at Zunino Altman’s showroom, there were two salesmen talking and laughing, so I excused myself and asked to see the owner, as I was looking for a job. Laughingly, they said that there were no jobs available, but luckily just then, a man entered the showroom. He looked at us and turned to me and said: “Aren’t you the young man who works at Bloomingdale’s?” I said yes, and he then asked me into his private office. He then explained that he went to Bloomingdale’s because he had heard of a young man doing outstanding business working there with a new approach at selling flower arrangements. He asked why I was now in his showroom and I explained it all about the owner of First American and his broken promise. He immediately said “Well, you’re hired here and at $200.00/week, and after 3 months I’ll increase your salary, again”.

Zunino Altman (“ZA” as it was called then) and this man, Josh Rothstein, who had faith in me, gave me the opportunity to be who I became. From the first day I started till the day years later when he contracted Alzheimer and completely lost his memory, and died, we had become close friends. He allowed me to spread my wings to create a New Flower arrangement division that became very successful, as well, I set up a team of designers to teach Flower arranging to all ZA’s customers. Every day we traveled together in his car to our homes in Scarsdale, New York. “ZA” was actually owned by Revlon who had owned many smaller companies and each one had to report at an annual meeting to Charles Revson, it’s CEO and original owner, at his building famously called “666 FIFTH AVE”, or “Top of the sixes”

After about a year of working there, Josh asked me to go to this meeting with him and when we arrived, As it was filled with the President, Charles Revson, and the Presidents and Vice Presidents of all his companies as well as many of those other executives from Revlon. As the meeting went on, both Josh and I realized that he was being ridiculed about how the company profits were not up to par. Actually, Revson was in the process of selling Zunino Altman to a competitor called J. Markovits Inc. and was playing with Josh, trying to intimidate him into quitting. He actually picked one of the Flower samples we had brought and told Josh to name it. It was a daffodil and Josh said so, but Revson said to all present “OH no it wasn’t, but that it was a rose”. He then asked all present in the room to tell him what it was and all yelled “A Rose”. He said to Josh how could you run a flower company if you don’t know the name of a flower. I then stood up and yelled “It is a daffodil and I should know as I’m the designer who creates them”. Everyone in the room was shocked, but I stood my ground and then Josh stood up and said “Sal lets leave this bunch of losers. Naturally he didn’t last a week. After a few very uncomfortable months under a new President assigned by Revson, I got a call from Josh and he asked me to come to work for him at a company he had just bought, called Goldfarb Novelty. Happily, I said yes and went directly to the new president of “ZA” and told him I was leaving after giving two weeks’ notice. His name was Irving Bottner, and he was there to destroy the company under orders from Revson, as they wished to write off “ZA” as a big tax loss. He couldn’t believe I would leave and neither did the two salesmen, Ira Kleinberg and Bernie Rosenburg, who I had met originally. They too would eventually have to look for jobs at other flower companies, and later worked for my biggest competitors, when I formed my own company, White Knight Adventures LLC. , and was able to bring with me The F.W. Woolworth Co’s business, as they knew that I had made Artificial Flowers successful at their stores. This set the direction of my own company, White Knight Adventures, but at first, it was called simply Sal Bianco Inc.

Sal Bianco Jr, January 20, 2022With my volume increasing I needed to go directly to the manufacturers in Taiwan, and Hong Kong, and in doing so, I opened a new door by developing a new kind of flower, They were presently made with hard plastic and didn’t truly feel like flowers, until I went to Bangkok, Thailand and developed a new material called polyester, and designed my own flowers with the real feel and look of flowers, designing each petal and leaf. I actually created a Boston fern that today is still the method to produce them, using my styling and design. From there I designed the first poinsettias for Christmas!

The easiest part of my business was designing for FTD, Florists Transworld Delivery. At first I designed wicker baskets for flower Arrangements that I had made in the Philippines, mainly to help two villages that had no way to earn money. After designing thoses, I made hanging baskets made only of seashells for two other villages near the ocean to make. Then for their large Christmas promotion, I designed “SUGAR PLUMS”, which was a cluster of red plastic plumb’s in a bunch, coated with clear bright mini plastic crystals! Florists used them in Christmas, arrangements that were designed for FTD. Both these promotions were used for years to come. I was then asked to design and sell to them a valentine product. Again I came up with a great idea. At the time children had a new toy that was a very big hit. It was a handle that had wires coming from it that had on the top of each a plastic ball. when the children shook the toy the balls would hit each other and make a crackling noise, and different ones made different sounds. seeing this idea, I came up with one like it but for my florists on FTD! Instead of a wooden handle mine was plastic shaped like a spike with little plastic rod sticking out its sides, for the florists to be able to stick into foam for making arrangements of fresh flowers. From the top of the spike came 12 springy 10”wires spread evenly around the top each having 3 clear ½”red hearts shaped with one on top one 2” down and another 2” down. When put into a FLOWER ARRANGEMENT , each wire would come out around the flowers making them move, so I called them “HEART THROBS”.

my young life with my father

This is a true story about my father Sal A. Bianco

 

Well, first off my father never really spoke to me, we drove cross-country together and I don’t think he said 10 words to me. Well, I didn’t care as I loved him more than you can imagine! If you think that unusual, he was loved by everyone who met him. He was a gentle-man as well as a gentleman, and I’ve seen friends who would destroy anyone who would abuse with words or any other way. Before he was gentle however, he was a true Gay-Blade. Going to Broadway shows nightly and driving a Duesenberg car. His friends loved his true friendliness and all wanted to be with him as he spent money like water. His father thought he was everything you could imagine in a son, and he proved it many times. In other stories that I wrote about my father, all this was brought out, so I’ll not go in that direction. Instead, I want to talk about my experiences with him. While he was getting older 63, he had 5 businesses to run that he had started over the years. First running the family trucking business, then at Easter, he went to the south and bought Spring lambs from farmers to fulfill all local Italians’ desire for it at Easter. From the time his father brought a cousin over from Italy, and sent him to California to handle grapes so Italians in the New York area could make wine, and have his son selling them here. So, my father had to fulfill that wish of his father and began selling grapes in a railroad yard in Jersey City, New Jersey, just across the Hudson river from Manhattan, and he also had to make wine thereafter from the grapes he could not sell, after thanksgiving day! The other railroad yards were in Manhattan on 37th street, where our families trucking business went to pick up meat sent from Chicago, which they delivered to all wholesalers locally. So the yards in New Jersey were where my father, solely, sold and shipped the grapes that arrived from Fresno, California.., and what this story is all about.

I was young, maybe 14, it was my turn to go with him in the summer to those same yards, as now my Brother Al had done in his tour before me. Loving every second, starting early every morning we headed to Jersey City, opened the three railroad cars and prepared for the day ahead. He may have said by then maybe 5 words! Oh! Oh! I forgot one of the most important events!!! When we were ready to leave our house, my father would go into the kitchen and get his 4 Italian cigars (Stogies) that had been soaking overnight in scotch whiskey. (The last bottle he used, I still have and have kept to remember these days)

 

Then we were off to work, actually not work, but fun and excitement, at least what a young 14 year old boy thought. So as the light of the day got brighter, finally a small truck, (in those days there were no “pickups” they came 40 years later.) would back into the opening where we stood, a Italian man would got out and yell “Ahllow Sally, I need 40 boxes of “zinfandel” today, but I no got the money yetta!”, so my father would smile the most wonderful smile, as I looked at him and then would say “It’s ok Benny, you can pay me later”, and then another little truck would arrive as Benny was pulling away. I’d here a shout from the new driver to him. “Hey Bennuchio is no come on my street I kick your “aasse”!! Benny would look out his window and laugh and say “They comma to me, I no go them!” laughing, laughing as he pulled away. The new driver would then look up to my Father and say “Bon Jouno SAlly” laughing as he said it. Again, he said “50 boxes today as I gotta some of Bennie’s costume”, Laughing and laughing. OH! Oh! Sally, you give me trusto, I pay you next time, as my File yoe (BOY) needs a tooth fixed, and as usual my father would say with his slight smile “That’s OK Juonne! And the day would go on all always in fun and laughter, but my father never laughed, but rather, with a smile that could “kill” just watching him! He wasn’t just my father, he was a man who everyone around him knew, and truly loved. And he was my father, and I’d do anything to make him love me.

Well, here comes the sad part, as time went on with so many beautiful other stories about him I’ve written. It was 1964 and he was 63, and because of all the juices from his cigars that he swallowed all his life,, his body became cancerous from his throat down into his stomach, and he had a very short time to live, maybe 6 months!! I was told all this separately by his doctor, as he kept it from my mother and father, as in those days doctors were your friends for dinner, as well as doctors coming to your home to advise. I now had to make a decision, and decided that telling them would only ruin the rest of his life, so instead, I told them that it was best for them to drive to Fresno California, where the rest of their children lived as it was time anyway for him to retire at 64. So, we bought a new station wagon with wooden side panels, and put all their possessions into it, and I told them I would sell our home of 20 years and thereafter, send them the money. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see my father alive again, but it truly was the best for them to spend their time there with all their family. Goodbye Mom! Goodbye Dad !!!????

 

Sal Bianco Jr, March 29, 1964

My father died 6 months later and I attended the funeral in Fresno California with all my siblings and their children! My mother came to me while there and was both sad and mad saying why did you send us here? I said: ”Mom it was so  you would be with your children and grandchildren!!!” She looked at me as she did all my life when I was bad and said “We belonged where we lived all our lives with his siblings and the hundreds of friends we have there! Look around you, there is only his children, where are all the people who we lived with??” She turned and left and I was broken-hearted, and actually she was right!!

 

She lived until she was 97 and just said she wanted to be with my father and laid down and never woke again! A winner right to the end!!!

 

Next:

I think I’ll stick my two cents into this conversation and mention my experiences in relation to what’s been said here. My father and mother went to Italy to be the best man for Aniello’s grandfather. I was very young but I know it was a time when our families were getting back together. Later a man came and stayed at our house who also was a cousin. I can’t remember his name but know he was an Italian customs official. He spoke in a little broken English but he was a strong minded person who spoke his ways. He is the one who told me that I had been chosen to wear the scarf of a great Bianco who fought in a war. Before that he was a man who was a bandit who held upstages and always wore a big scarf over his face as he did so! He shared his earning with the village and was respected and feared by all. He had a small band of men and they would enjoy the local women, as he was a lover of sorts. (That was all I was told at this time), The relative was insistent that this was an honor and I believed him, as my father had also agreed that it was what I should do. I took this on and have worn a scarf for all the years that have followed. If for some reason a would leave my home without it, I would go back no matter how far I had to go to get it, till I realized that a spare was acceptable, but if I was out without it I felt and still do feel I have no cloths on…TRUE! In all the years that followed, I never thought anything about it till I and my wife Claire went to Italy to visit my family there because Aniello showed up in America and I then wanted to visit and meet all there. While there I was treated like I was always there and my cousin, Aniello,s grandfather took me under his wing and his grandmother would prepare meals for killing. You can’t imagine how wonderful I felt being there and accepted by all. A women cousin who stopped doing her normal routine of being a pediatrician while we were there and took us everywhere and treated me like her brother. Her name is Marieantoinette and I will never forget how wonderful she was. Aniello showed up and it was complete. His grandfather and he brought me along with them into the history of what and where the Bianco family fit together. It was wonderful to watch them both tell me of our history as they both glowed, making me glow as well. Years later, when Aniello told me of his death, I was unbelievably sad… more like my father’s death! Actually it was because my father was suffering so bad from cancer that you could not watch him suffer. Aniello is now like my son, as when he came into my life it was with a jump into my arms and hugging me like we had met before and he missed me terrible as we hugged each other. In a sense, I feel like I’m like our bandit ancestor in many ways. In my life I travelled to Asia and took from all the manufacturers there, by paying pennies for things they made and selling then selling them for 10 times the amount. They actually thought they were cheating me as all they ever got for their products was rice, and they couldn’t sell it for more than the government’s established prices, as anyone charging more were hung on the spot… I’ve seen it happen! However, doing this in the Philippines, I gave work to thousands of people who were Living in grass huts in little villages and had nothing but their religion for comfort. Well, I’m babbling on now, so THE END!

Next:

The other day I wrote something to a neighbor who thanked me for sharing my life adventures! I in turn wrote back to her this, but didn’t realize how true it is, take a look!!!

You sound like you’re on the same road as me! No traffic lights to stop us, and all down hill, cause we’re taking the right road,to heaven!!!

This is a true story about my father Sal A. Bianco

This is a true story about my father Sal A. Bianco

 Well, first off my father never really spoke to me, we drove cross-country together and I don’t think he said 10 words to me. Well, I didn’t care as I loved him more than you can imagine! If you think that unusual, he was loved by everyone who met him. He was a gentle-man as well as a gentleman, and I’ve seen friends who destroy anyone who would abuse him in any way. Before he was gentle however, he was a true Gay-Blade. Going to Broadway shows nightly and driving a Duesenberg car. His friends loved his true friendliness and all wanted to be with him as he spent money like water. His father thought he was everything you could imagine in a son, and he proved it many times. In other stories that I wrote about my father, all this was brought out, so I’ll not go in that direction. Instead, I want to talk about my experiences with him. While he was getting older 63, he had 5 businesses to run that he had started over the years. First running the family trucking business, then at Easter, he went to the south and bought Spring lambs from farmers to fulfill all local Italians’ desire for it at Easter. From the time his father brought a cousin over from Italy, and sent him to California to handle grapes so Italians in the New York area could make wine, and have his son selling them here. So, my father had to fulfill that wish of his father and began selling grapes in a railroad yard in Jersey City, New Jersey, just across the Hudson river from Manhattan, and he also had to make wine thereafter from the grapes he could not sell, after thanksgiving day! The other railroad yards were in Manhattan on 37th street, where our families trucking business went to pick up meat sent from Chicago, which they delivered to all wholesalers locally. So the yards in New Jersey were where my father, solely, sold and shipped the grapes that arrived from Fresno, California.., and why this story is all abou

While I was young, maybe 14, it was my turn to go with him in the summer to those same yards, as my Brother Al had done in his tour before me. Loving every second, starting early every morning we headed to Jersey City, opened the three railroad cars and prepared for the day ahead. He may have said by then, maybe  5 words! Oh! Oh! I forgot  one of the most important events!!! When we were ready to leave our house, my father would go into the kitchen and get his 4 Italian cigars (Stogies) that had been soaking overnight in scotch whiskey.    ( His last bottle he used, I still have and have  kept to remember these days) 

Then we were off to work, actually not work, but fun and excitement, at least what a young 14 year old boy thought. So as the light of the day got brighter, finally a small truck, (in those days there were no “pickups” they came 40 years later.) would back into the opening where we stood, and  the Italian man would got out and yell “Ahllow Sally, I need 40 boxes today, but I no got the money yetta!”, so my father would smile the most wonderful smile, as I looked at him and then would say “It’s ok Benny, you can pay me later”, and then another little truck would arrive as Benny was pulling away. I’d here a shout from the new driver to him. “Hey Bennuchio is no come on my street I kick your “aasse”!! Benny would look out his window and laugh and say “They comma to me, I no go them!” laughing, laughing as he pulled away. The new driver would then look up to my Father and say “Bon Jouno SAlly” laughing as he said it. Again, he said “50 boxes today as I gotta some of Bennie’s costume”, Laughing and laughing. OH! Oh! Sally, you give me trusto, I pay you next time, as my File yoe (BOY) needs a tooth fixed, and as usual my father would say with his slight smile “That’s OK Juonne! And the day would go on all always in fun and laughter, but my father never laughed, but rather, with a smile that could “kill” just watching him! He wasn’t just my father, he was a man who everyone around him knew, and truly loved. And he was my father, and I’d do anything to make him love me.

Well, here comes the sad part, as time went on with so many beautiful other stories about him I’ve written, it was 1964 and he was 63, and because of all the juices from his cigars that he swallowed all his life,, his body became cancerous from his throat down into his stomach, and he had a very short time to live, maybe 6 months!! I was told all this separately by his doctor, as he kept it from my mother and father, as in those days doctors were friends for dinner, as well as doctors coming to your home. I now had to make a decision, and decided that telling them would only ruin the rest of his life, so instead, I told them that it was best for them to drive to Fresno California, where the rest of their children lived as it was time anyway for him to retire at 64. So, we bought a new station wagon, and put all their possessions into it, and I told them I would sell our home of 20 years and send them the money. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see my father alive again, but it truly was the best for them to spend their time there with all their family. Goodbye Mom! Goodbye Dad !!!????

Sal Bianco Jr, March 29, 1964

The solution of the mass murders shooting into a crowd of people

Taking away guns will stop the good people from protecting themselves and then allow the ones who will find a way to get them, and then to do exactly what they want and kill the good guys who would no longer be able to protect themselves! There is a way to stop violence and it simple when someone kills don’t just kill them which is what they expect, but rather cut them apart slowly over months in view of the world to see. The agony of what all will see will stop the killing as those who want to do it will then know how they too will suffer! First cut off an arm an then another, both without drugs or medical aid, but keep them alive to suffer.Then cut the others off so they are helpless and must endure this with only more to happen. Then their tongue and ears , but never their eyes. This all happening for all to see. Who then will knowingly shoot another and then know they will not die but suffer the rest of their lives, no don’t let them die but keep them alive for the world to see. This will stop dead in its tracks the mass killings. That is why in other countries they make the killer pay not simply kill him or her!! Suffering a very long time will stop every mad murder! In the old days the family of the mass murderer paid as well, by stoning to death by the people who have suffered from the loss of their loved one!
If you believe what that my suggestions would stop mass murders, then copy this and send everywhere… believe me it’s works!

I was Shafted… but it was my fault!!

 

Boy! was I Shafted… but it was my fault!!
 
It was 1950 and I was working a facility in White Plains, N. Y. that manufactured electrical cables that ran across the ocean. It was called Phelps Dodge and my job was at night starting at 7pm and ending at 2:00Pm. I was still going to college at C.C.N.Y. in upper Manhattan at the greatest campus a college could have. It was a way to earn money, not wanting to put an overload on my father who would have gladly helped, but I wanted independence. Each night my job was to try to destroy a 40′ length of cross Atlantic ocean cable that was part of that days production at the plant. Along with a crew of men whose job it was to help me set up each test, I would connect up the ends of the cable that were 15′ off the factory floor and then afterwards when the all workers left, I began applying high voltages of electricity (Starting at 10,000 volts and increasing it as the night progress) into them to see just how much they could accept before shorting out. Naturally I kept records after each change to ensure that the production of that day was acceptable for use thereafter at the range they were set up to be. In the beginning it was fun as sometime my hair would standup on edge… Yes, I had a full head of hair, in fact the style was called a pompadour, and it was thick, black and wavy, and shiny form the olive oil I used to create a great pompadour. Being I worked after regular hours and all worker went home for the day, I was left to myself, yes, to do my homework as well as my job. One night almost immediately after the testing began, there was a sharp crack as the powerful Electricity I had applied jumped from one end of the cable to the other, in the form of lightning, as something was wrong with the set up or the cable itself. Well, what to do for the next 6 hours… Nothing! so, I decided to roam around the plant and see what it was all about. The night guards were also just hanging around as they usually did, so I said to them I was going to look around. They teased me by saying I destroyed the cable on purpose. So, I began exploring on each level as there was four to explore. when I reached the top floor, after noseying about and bored, I decided to look out the giant 20′ high windows to see what was outside from that level. I went from window to window, usually having to climb to see out. there was a window with a pile of construction stuff nearby, and I had to go over it to see out. Putting my foot on a flat section to get over it, It gave way as it was just cardboard, and my foot went down into a 4′ round exhaust shaft that went into the floor below, and the shaft had a 6″ high steel ridge sticking straight up that was there to accept the next section when the job was to be completed. That ridge came at my groin as I fell into it, cutting my left testicle in half, but now breaking into my skin. Naturally, I yelled and yelled from the pain, as everyone knows that being hit in that area was more than just painful, it was for killing! Thank God, one of the guards heard my screams and came running to my aid. After pulling me out he saw what had happened and my pain, and ran for help after placing me on the floor and seeing a bulge in my pants. An ambulance came at once and I was brought to the local nearby hospital. Two young doctors came rushing to my aid and as they removed my pants and other clothing, they saw something they could not believe??? My testicles had filled and filled, till they were the size of a soccer ball, from the blood rushing from my testicle to fill the sack, and with this, my legs could not be closed, making me not able to stand. they began discussing my condition in front of me and they looked very doubtful as to what to do next to help my condition. I was in extreme pain as would be expected from a shot in the groin. They thought that heat or cold might help a little and asked me what I’d prefer, either applied heat the cold, I went for hot! As I recall they didn’t give me any drugs at that time.
 
I was brought into the maternity ward and I asked why? They said what I needed was warm baths, as well as the water would relieve the pressure, and here at the hospital there was only “sits” baths, and they were in the Maternity ward. So, I was taken there daily from my room until my swelling went down, and I was released from the hospital. I knew that when the news came out, I would be teased just for the fun of it… and sure enough…”Hey Sal what was it a boy or girl?” The thing was, I could have sued the plant, but my father said to just let them pay the hospital and doctors bills, and get on with my life. I did just that and all I got from that experience is this great story… Are you laughing? Well, you should because 25 years later it happened again, and another great story!!!