Letters 08-31-2015

Inalienable Rights This is a response to the “No More State Theatre” in your August 24th edition. I think I will not be the only response to this pathetic and narrow-minded letter that seems rather out of place in the northern Michigan that I know. To think we will not be getting your 25 cents for the movie you refused to see, but more importantly we will be without your “two cents” on your thoughts of a marriage at the State Theatre...

Enthusiastically Democratic Since I was one of the approximately 160 people present at when Senator Debbie Stabenow spoke on August 14 in Charlevoix, I was surprised to read in a letter to Northern Express that there was a “rather muted” response to Debbie’s announcement that she has endorsed Hillary Clinton for president...

Not Hurting I surely think the State Theatre will survive not having the homophobic presence of Colleen Smith and her family attend any matinees. I think “Ms.” Smith might also want to make sure that any medical personnel, bank staff, grocery store staff, waiters and/or waitress, etc. are not homosexual before accepting any service or product from them...

Stay Home I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I read the letter of the extremely homophobic, “disgusted” writer. She now refuses to patronize the State Theatre because she evidently feels that its confines have been poisoned by the gay wedding ceremony held there...

Keep Away In response to Colleen Smith of Cadillac who refused to bring her family to the State Theatre because there was a gay wedding there: Keep your 25 cents and your family out of Traverse City...

Celebrating Moore And A Theatre I was 10 years old when I had the privilege to see my first film at the State Theatre. I will never forget that experience. The screen was almost the size of my bedroom I shared with my older sister. The bursting sounds made me believe I was part of the film...

Outdated Thinking This letter is in response to Colleen Smith. She made public her choice to no longer go to the State Theater due to the fact that “some homosexuals” got married there. I’m not outraged by her choice; we don’t need any more hateful, self-righteous bigots in our town. She can keep her 25 cents...

Mackinac Pipeline Must Be Shut Down Crude oil flowing through Enbridge’s 60-yearold pipeline beneath the Mackinac Straits and the largest collection of fresh water on the planet should be a serious concern for every resident of the USA and Canada. Enbridge has a very “accident” prone track record...

Your Rights To Colleen, who wrote about the State Theatre: Let me thank you for sharing your views; I think most of us are well in support of the first amendment, because as you know- it gives everyone the opportunity to express their opinions. I also wanted to thank Northern Express for not shutting down these types of letters right at the source but rather giving the community a platform for education...

No Role Model [Fascinating Person from last week’s issue] Jada quoted: “I want to be a role model for girls who are interested in being in the outdoors.” I enjoy being in the outdoors, but I don’t want to kill animals for trophy...

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An economic history of my family

Ann Krantz - July 4th, 2011
An economic history of my family: Facing a future without pensions and health insurance
By Ann Krantz

I was prompted to think about this history when I heard a young woman remark, on NPR’s Marketplace Money, “We will be the first generation without pensions,” the discussion being about wise investing. That’s true, and if the current politicians have their way, this may also be the first generation in modern times without health insurance and Social Security.
My father’s parents were immigrants from Sweden at the end of the nineteenth century. They both worked as cooks in lumber camps. At some point they met, married, and bought or homesteaded a subsistence farm in Menominee County in the Upper Peninsula. My father was the youngest of three children born between 1900 and 1908. When my Aunt Vera finished high school, she went to Michigan State College and became a teacher. But the boys had to become wage earners to support themselves, their families-to-be, and as the years went on, their parents. This was before the days of Social Security which was instituted in 1935.
At that time and until fairly recently, social programs for the elderly were very spare. The only one I can think of was an institution known as the county poor farm which housed the elderly who either didn’t have any family or their family didn’t have the wherewithal to care for them. I remember as a child going caroling with my Camp Fire Girls group at the one in Delta County. It had a big metal chute for a fire escape. It was like the ones at water parks except that it was bigger, not brightly colored and ended in the dirt rather than in a pool. This bit of nostalgia is irrelevant because when poor farms become needed again, I’m sure the fiscal conservatives of today would consider such a facility as welfare or imprudent spending – possibly even a trigger to dispatch an Emergency Financial Manager.
In any case, my father and uncle took competitive civil service exams and became railway mail clerks – jobs that provided a good income, a pension, and job security as long as their work was satisfactory and the passed annual exams.
My mother’s parents were, I believe, second generation Americans whose predecessors were from Belgium. They also had three children and when the children were young, my grandfather worked as a bookkeeper for the Worcester Lumber Company. They lived in Cusino (now a wildlife refuge) in the middle of the Upper Peninsula, and he traveled from lumber camp to camp on snowshoes in the winter, doing the books. At some point he moved the family to Chassell and took a job at the local bank; the family later moved to Stephenson where he continued as a banker. All of his children were able to go to college.
My mother was the oldest and went to Normal School in Marquette – now Northern Michigan University. Her first job was in during the Depression in National Mine where she worked for room and board provided by a local family. She later taught in Ypsilanti while putting her brother through law school at the University of Michigan. Her sister graduated from Michigan State College as a nutritionist.
After my parents married, they moved to Escanaba where I was born in 1936 and my sister was born six years later.
My mother did not teach then because married women with children were not hired. In those days teachers were widows and single women who lived in rented rooms within walking distance of their schools. There were a few men teachers at the secondary level, usually coaches or young men who were just passing through before they went on to law school or some other more lucrative profession. When my sister and I were young, my mother expended her intellectual energy helping the Women’s Club organize cultural events – like bringing Paul Robeson to town for a concert – and substitute teaching.
She resumed her teaching career when my sister and I were considered by custom to be old enough not to require a “stay-at-home” mom. I don’t remember what year that was. During her years as a teacher the MEA had evolved from an association to a union so that by the time she retired, she had her teacher’s pension, MEA health insurance, my father’s pension (he had died in l963) and Social Security.
To return to the Marketplace Money discussion of investing wisely, my experience has not been encouraging. When my mother died, I bought an insurance policy with half of the inheritance so that when my daughter reached college age I could borrow from it for her education. My financial adviser said, “It’s like having your own bank.”
But when the time came to use the money I had saved, the insurance company was in receivership in California as a result of Neil Bush’s junk bond adventure.
In 2000, I inherited some money from my uncle, the one who was put through law school by my mother. So I paid my debts and invested the rest, conservatively through a financial adviser who works for Ameriprise. If I had put it under my mattress, I would now have a few dollars more, and my taxes would be a lot simpler. This financial adviser now sends me emails with the Tea Party slogan “Don’t Tread on Me” at the bottom of each.
This bit of Michigan history is an illustration in a larger story that could be called The Rise and Fall of America’s Middle Class. It began with the great waves of immigration in the late 19th century and is nearly over.
I worry about my children. I worry about everybody’s children except, of course, the children of that top five or ten percent who are lining their pockets from the public treasuries. Like the oil companies, they are doing just fine on their own.

Ann Krantz is a retired TCAPS teacher and a former librarian with the New York Public Library. She has lived in Traverse City since 1975.
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