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Livro para aprender sobre grandes predadores humanos ( Wall Street)

quarta-feira, março 8th, 2017

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https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1928414083?utm_medium=api&utm_source=custom_widget

Straight to Hell: True Tales of Deviance, Debauchery, and Billion-Dollar Deals

by John LeFevre

 John Lefevre, autor de @GSElevator, nos cuenta su vida como jefe de la mesa de Syndicate de Citi Bank, en una aventura que le llevó a Londres y luego a Hong Kong.
El libro está muy, muy bien escrito. Narra las juergas continuas, los pisotones, las puñaladas por la espalda, el lujo y en general todos los tópicos atribuidos a los despreciables banqueros de Wall Street. ( cont. a ler)

Interessante Historia da Grande Depressão de 1929

quarta-feira, março 8th, 2017

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Um grande momento de aprendizagem na minha vida. Achei um website de uma de uma mulher de 103 anos contando a historia vivendo no Tenessee de 190o,  como era a escola na epoca, e como passaram pela Grande Depressão de 1929. Esta historia devia ser lida por brasileiros que não tem noção de como o povo americano sofreu para chegar onde chegou hoje. E ao mesmo tempo me deparo com a noticia de que esta sendo prevista uma grande depressão no Brasil (veja no link abaixo). Achei o momento oportuno para comparar as duas situações, e para prever o que pode acontecer no Brasil. Sugiro que va’ ao website com link abaixo e veja a coleção de fotos daquela época. Uma obra prima!) ( para quem não lê inglês, prometo que voltarei aqui para traduzir)

A maior depressão da História do Brasil

https://www.conversaafiada.com.br/economia/a-maior-depressao-da-historia-do-brasil

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e o link para ver o website fonte da historia:

From Little Lot to the Great Depression

http://www.krampf.com/content/little-lot-great-depression

Lizzie Jim Sanders

My mother wrote the following story about my grandmother, Lizzie Jim Sanders. It was published in the local paper of Hickman County, TN. Little Lot (in Hickman County) is the name of the town where my grandmother grew up. It’s about 40 miles south of Nashville, in a very rural part of Tennessee.

LIzzie Jim, a garota de branco,(quarta da esq. para dir) na sua infância no Tenesse In this picture, left to right – Ewell Coleman (Mammy’s brother), Hershel Hub Sanders (baby), Lizzie Coleman Sanders (Mammy), Lizzie Jim Sanders Farmer (young girl), Rufus C. Coleman, Mattie Totty Coleman, Grace Sanders Anderson (young girl), Dewey Keys (son of Louella Coleman Keys, Aunt Lou, who was Mammy’s sister). I don’t know the name of the cow behind the bush. Rufus C. and Mattie Totty Coleman wer

From Little Lot to the Great Depression

( De um pequeno sitio para a Grande Depressão)

Lizzie Jim Sanders graduated from Little Lot School in 1922, and with her diploma in hand, headed for Nashville. She took her extra homemade dress in a sack, along with a little “egg money” from her mother. Her cousin, Dewey Keys, had gone to Nashville a year or two before her. He came back to marry Rose Fitts, and they had a home in Nashville where Lizzie could stay. Rose even had a job lined up for her.

Por volta de 1900, eles tinham que irem com baldes no posco longe da casa para obter a água para beber, tomar banho e lavar roupas. This is Jim Sanders on the Jones farm, going to the well in the middle of the field. In the summer, the well near the house would go dry, and they would have to walk to the well in the field for water to drink, take a bath, and wash clothes.

First, Lizzie changed her name to Elizabeth. It sounded more like a “city” name. Then she went with Rose to Federal Can Company, where she got a job running a machine that made cans for Maxwell House coffee and King Leo Peppermint candy. The owners treated the employees well, and the workers were friendly. Elizabeth felt at home in her new job. And it paid “by the piece”, so the faster she worked, the more money she made.

 

She lived just a short walk across the bridge over the Cumberland River from downtown Nashville. There were more stores than she had ever seen. Soon she was
spending most of her paycheck in those stores. She had never had a “store bought” dress. Now she had a closet full of them. She bought coats with fur collars, shoes with silver buckles on them, and every Saturday she had her blonde hair shampooed and set with curls and waves.

Elizabeth met Robert Farmer, who also worked at the factory. They were married in 1926. They rented a room from Dewey and Rose, who had turned their home into a rooming house. Soon, they moved into a rented house of their own.

Escola no Tenessee em 1910. Robert Farmer, que viria a se casar com Lizzie Jim em 1926 e’ o garoto mais alto de cabelo preto e paleto escuro, terceiro da dir. para esq. na fila de tras.

Work at the factory began to slow down. To keep from laying off anyone, the owners cut everyone’s hours. Some weeks they would work three days, some they would work two days, and then sometimes there would not be enough work for even one day for everyone.

The owners began to serve a lunch of white beans and cornbread to the workers every day. It saved the workers a few precious cents. Some people could not get by on the smaller salary, and lost their houses or apartments. Often they came to stay with Elizabeth and Robert until they could find a way to get back to their hometown. One by one their friends had to leave Nashville and go back home. There were just not enough jobs available.

Hickman County was close enough that Elizabeth and Robert could make a trip back there on the weekend and bring back food. In the summer, there were vegetables from the large garden, fruit from the fruit trees and eggs aplenty from the many hens. In the winter there were canned berries and fruit, and smoked meat from the hogs they killed. And they ate plenty of catfish from the Duck River, and fried chicken, rabbit and squirrel.

Their friends begged to go “home” with them, and thought the large farm on Duck River where Mr. Sanders worked was like paradise. They could catch fish in the river, hunt rabbits and squirrels, and eat food prepared by Elizabeth’s mother. It was difficult to get in the car and go back to the real world where work was harder and harder to get, and bills stacked up, and broken things did not get fixed because of lack of money.

Difficult times make people do desperate things. A number of people found a way out by jumping off one of the bridges in Nashville that crossed the Cumberland River. One day, as Elizabeth walked across the bridge closest to where they lived, a man came running past her and leaped over the rail into the river to his death.

Daily, people knocked on the kitchen door, asking for a sandwich to eat, and offering to do a little work for it. The summer heat was oppressive, and many people took their blankets and slept in the parks.

Eventually, the factory could not meet expenses. The owners sold it to a larger company, and as the hard times began to end, the new owners announced that they were moving to Memphis, and anyone who wanted to transfer would have a job waiting in Memphis.

In 1933, Elizabeth and Robert and most of the workers who were still employed packed up their belongings and headed for Memphis. Once again, Elizabeth had a relative there who let them spend one night – but only one – and helped them find a room to rent.

With the larger company, and better times, work picked up. Hard times teach hard lessons. There were no more coats with fur collars. There were no fancy shoes with silver buckles. And dresses went back to being well made, but home made. Remembering how it was with no money, Elizabeth and Robert made sure to save a small portion of each paycheck.

They never used the word “Depression”. They were too busy living it to give it a name. They were fortunate that they were not in debt, and they had Hickman County to feed them. Even today, at 103 years, Elizabeth is very careful with every penny she has, with one exception. She decided many years ago that the beauty shop is definitely a necessity, not a luxury.

Lizzie Jim com 103 anos, em Menphis, e todas as criancas sao seus netos. Left to right – Mike Hill, Shelly Hill Harwell, Ronnie Sanders (in back), Dicky Evans, Rob Krampf (in yellow shorts), Mammy, Sandra Evans, Sharla Krampf Brechbill. Taken at Riverside Park in Memphis.

 

Lizzie Jim sobreviveu `a Grande Depressão e com 100 anos de idade tinha esta casa

 

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Second Grade in 1912

Several years ago, my second graders wrote letters to my grandmother, Lizzie Jim Sanders Farmer. She and my mother, Shirley Farmer Krampf, wrote this as a reply.

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I was in second grade a very long time ago. It was 1912, Tenessee. Many of the things that you have at home and at school had not been invented yet. A hundred years from now, people will wonder how you were able to live without some on the things that will be invented between now and then. Since they have not been invented, we don’t even know what they will be.

When I was in second grade, I lived a long way from a city. I lived in a little community. Farms were all around it. It was about 15 miles from a small town and fifty miles from a city. To get to the small town or the city, we had to ride in a wagon pulled by a mule. My house had no electricity because no one in our area had electricity. Even though electricity had been invented, the wires that carry electricity did not come out into the farmland until many years later. We got our light from lamps filled with oil, and from the fireplace. Anything that has to be plugged into the wall, we did not have.

No refrigerator, no freezer, no TV, no video games, no CD player, no Ipod.
no computer.

I walked about a mile and a half to school when I was in second grade. A few years later, we moved from the very small community to the farm where my father worked, and I had to walk about three miles to school. On rainy days, my father took us on a mule. If the weather was very bad, we stayed home and worked in the barn shelling corn or cleaning out the stalls where the cows stayed. Sometimes we cleaned the ashes out of the fireplace and the stove, and saved them outside in a bucket. My mother used the ashes to make hominy from dried corn. We could make it to eat in the wintertime, when the corn was no longer growing in the garden. She also used the ashes to make soap.

When we lived in the small community, we had a cow and some chickens. From the cow, we got milk and butter. From the chickens, we got eggs, and we had chicken for dinner on special occasions. We got our water from a well.
We also put things that we needed to keep cool, like milk, down in the well, because the water in the well was cool. There was usually a small shelf dug out in the wall of the well, where you could set a couple of things.

We bought some food from the small general store. It was one room, only a little bigger than your classroom. We could buy flour, meal, and sugar, and dry beans and spices. Sometimes they had pieces of candy. We could also buy shoes and socks, and fabric to make our clothes. It was sort of like WalMart if you took away all the things that required electricity or refrigeration or had not been invented yet. WalMart would not be very big today if you took all those things away. Some things had been invented that were only in large cities like San Francisco.

I think I was about 10 or 11 when we moved to live on the farm. The farm was large and several families had little houses there to live in. At one time, there were 14 children who lived there with their families. We played games together. The owner of the farm lived in a large, white house and the rest of us lived in small houses. Our house had a small kitchen with a stove. There were two small bedrooms with a stove that used wood to heat the rooms and a larger room with a fireplace and two beds. The larger room was only used when company came, because we had to save the wood so it would last all winter. Upstairs, there was a large room with no heat. It had three beds in it. It was like an attic. My brothers slept up there. My sister slept in a small bed downstairs.

Now I will answer your questions.

The school that I went to had two rooms. Several grades were in the same room. I carried my books to school in a “book satchel” which was a cloth bag with handles. My mother made it. We did not have much to carry home. Usually, I carried a tablet with my spelling words, a pencil and my geography book. If it was raining, we did not take a book home because we did not want to get it wet.

We had some homework. We had to learn spelling words. I was good in spelling and every Friday we had a spelling bee. Even though I was good at spelling words, sometimes I had to sit down.

We had reading homework every night. I liked to read. My father could not read or write. When he was growing up, he was never able to live close enough to a school to go to it.

My mother could read and write, but she could not read hard words. She only went to school a few years. Because I learned to read really well, I still enjoy reading. I read the newspaper every night. I read the advertisements, too, and I like to look at the clothes that are for sale.

When I moved to the city, I got a library card. I went to the library every week to get books to read.

We had a blackboard at school and wrote on it with chalk. Markers and whiteboards had not been invented. I did my work in a tablet that cost a nickel. I used a pencil to write with. I think it cost a penny.

I liked geography. I did not like arithmetic. I learned how to do it because I wanted to know how much money I needed to buy candy, and to make sure I got the right amount of pennies back from the storekeeper. But I did not like arithmetic because you have to think a lot to learn it.

I had friends at school. And some people who were not friends at school, but I had to be nice to them anyway. One girl did not have a lot of food at home. Sometimes she took my lunch and ate it. That meant that I did not have any lunch that day. We had to bring our lunch, or go home to eat. I usually took a biscuit sandwich, with ham or bacon or egg on it. If we had sweet potatoes, I would take a baked sweet potato. We drank water.

One day a boy took a cup of water up to the top of the steps that went outside. When we went out to play at recess, he poured the water on us.
He got in a lot of trouble, and had to stay in at recess for several days.

I can still remember the names of the boys and girls in my class. Kate Grimes. Georgia Grimes (she needed help walking) Thelma Anderson. Cornell Easlely. Edith Anderson (she was stuck up). Pauline Ferguson. Odell Ferguson. Elese Baker (she is the one who took my lunch). Lily Worley. Ruby Harvell. Paul Baker. James Baker. Hobert Baird. Easley Bratton. Paul Jones. Malcolm Baker. “Dummy” Baird (it was not nice of us to call him “Dummy” and I cannot remember what his real name was) and Pauline Neely.

I did not have a bicycle. No one I knew had a bicycle. The roads were not smooth, and you could not ride a bicycle on them. I learned to ride a bicycle when I was grown up. I did not have a camera. Only professional photographers had cameras. They traveled around the country, taking photographs of families. They would stay with a family for a few days and take pictures. Then they would bring the photographs back in a few weeks. Even poor families wanted the photographs to hang on their wall, because it was something we had not seen before. It was almost like a miracle.

We did not have many toys. At Christmas we usually got one toy, an orange and a peppermint stick of candy. Oranges were rare, and we thought they were very good. We did not have orange juice at the store. Oranges had to come from a long way off because orange trees do not grow in Tennessee.

We played games. We played with balls and jump ropes and marbles, and jacks. We played hide and seek and other games like that. Sometimes we played with things that we should not play with. One afternoon on the farm, we pulled a large hay wagon up to the top of a hill and all the kids on the farm got in it and rode in it down the hill (without any mule pulling it). There was no way to guide it. It was fun and no one got hurt. So we pulled it back up the hill and were going to do it again. It could have turned over and hurt us because we could not guide which way it would go. The man who owned the farm saw us and made us stop. He told our fathers. We got in big trouble and never tried to do that again.

My bed looked much like the bed you sleep in, but the mattress was made out of straw, covered in fabric. It had a place where you could add more straw when you needed to. We had to shake it once in a while to fluff it up. On top of the straw was a “featherbed”. It was like a pillow filled with feathers, and it was large enough to cover the straw mattress. It needed to be
fluffed once in a while to make it more comfortable. Both of these mattresses needed to be taken outside in the sun occasionally to freshen them and make them smell good. We had pillows filled with feathers from chickens that we killed and cooked for dinner. Some pillows were filled with duck feathers. You can pluck feathers from live ducks – without hurting them – if you know how. They will grow more feathers to replace them.

My mother made the soap that our clothes were washed in. She used water poured thru ashes and grease from the meat we cooked. It made a soap called lye soap. She put our clothes in a very large kettle over a fire in the yard. She put water and soap in it and stirred them with a big stick. Then she poured out that water and put in more. We had to bring buckets of water from the well. She rinsed them in the pot over the fire, and took them out with the big stick. She wrung the water out and hung them over a clothesline to dry. It was hard work.

Most of the time we had soap from the store to use when we took a bath. We washed our hair with the same soap. My mother kept a large barrel in the yard where the rainwater ran off the house. We used it to wash our hair in because it made our hair soft. There were no factories nearby, so there was no pollution in the water. We took a bath in a large tub, out in the yard behind the well house, in the summertime. In the winter, we had to take a bath in a small wash basin, near the stove. We washed as well as possible, but we liked taking a bath in summer better.

I don’t remember too much about brushing our teeth. I know that there was a kind of tree that had little branches. If we pulled off one of the little branches and smashed the end, it would splinter apart into little pieces kind of like the bristles on your toothbrush. Later on, we had store-bought toothbrushes. Sometimes we used baking soda on our toothbrush. And sometimes we could get toothpaste or tooth powder from the store.

We did not have a bathroom. We had a little shed outside with a toilet in it.
If you have ever gone to a carnival or someplace that had Porta-potties, you will know what ours looked like.

My mother cooked our meals on a big stove that you had to put wood into to make it hot. My father lit the fire with a match, but every night, he piled the ashes up on the hot coals left from the wood. The next morning, there would still be some fire left and all he had to do was put on some more wood.

For breakfast, we had bacon, or sausage, or ham which came from the pigs that we raised. We had eggs, and biscuits. We took leftovers from breakfast for our lunch. For dinner, we had lots of vegetables in the summer. In the winter, we had potatoes, and apples, and biscuits with butter and jelly or syrup. And we had pie or cake that my mother made, for dessert.

We only had one cow, and we needed her to get milk from, so we did not have hamburgers or roast, or steak for dinner.

When I was about 10 years old, my mother bought a pretty piece of red fabric from the general store. She said she would make me a dress out of it when she had time. She made all of my clothes, and all of my sister’s clothes, and shirts for my two brothers. She made our pajamas, and our underwear.

One day, when my mother was out working in the garden, I got the piece of fabric out of the drawer. I wanted a dress out of it today. I decided that I could make it myself. I had watched her lots of times. I had even used the sewing machine to sew a little bit when I tore my dress.

I laid the piece of material on the floor and smoothed it out. I got my other dress – I only had two dresses – and put it on the floor so I could see it. Then I got the scissors and some pins, and cut the red fabric in pieces. I put red thread in the sewing machine, and sat down to sew the pieces together. I knew just how to push the pedal up and down to make the sewing machine work.

My mother came in and saw that I had cut up the red fabric. She looked really sad. She was a gentle woman and never yelled at us. She never spanked us. But we knew that we had done something wrong when she looked so sad. She did not have any money to buy more fabric. It had taken a long time to save money to buy this fabric.

She picked it up to see if somehow she could still use it. What a surprise! I had done a good job. I had made a dress. It did not look as fancy as it would have if she made it, but it was good enough to wear to school. My mother was happy. If I could make this, I could make clothes for my sister and brothers. This would give my mother more time to work in the garden and to take care of the chickens.

Every one has a talent for something. Each person just has to find out what that talent is. Some people can paint pictures. Others can build houses, or take care of animals, or work in the fields. My talent is sewing. I can make patterns for the things that I want to sew. Then I can cut out the pieces and sew them together to make something pretty. I have been sewing for 91 years. I have sewed a lot of things, and most of them turned out just fine – just like the red dress did.

I hope I have answered your questions about what it was like when I was your age. If you have more questions, let me know.

Where was this?:
Little Lot, Tennessee
When was this?:
1912