FRED: Buffalo Building of Dreams is currently moving forward toward publication in January 2021.Eight reviewers from all walks of life in Western New York have written remarkable individualized testimonials with universal appeal, and will they be included in the novel, and later posted on the author website when the book is published.
Thank you for your continued interest regarding FRED’s biography and legacy of hope for current and future generations of immigrants, refugees, internal migrants, and descendants of enslaved Peoples of Africa.As soon as the new cover is available in December it will be posted on francesrschmidt.com. and LinkedIn.
In the early 90’s, eighty-five-year-old Granny Mattie Brown,
the mother of 15 children and 31 grandchildren moved into one of my apartments
with her youngest son Douglass and his wife. Please use your imagination to
visualize a small cozy living room, with a small two-tiered table in the center.
On the top of the table was a small collection of Mattie’s favorite items, but
her most precious treasures were placed on the bottom shelf. It held her
collection of books and family journals. At first, I wondered why Granny Mattie
celebrated “Memory Sundays”. I can’t tell you the answer right now, but when
you read my story, it’ll give you food for thought.
The first book I saw on the bottom shelf, was an original
copy of abolitionist, Harriet Beecher Stowe’s, Uncle Tom’s Cabin – an
anti-slavery novel published in 1852. This book was based on actual events from
freed slave narratives, anti-slavery newspapers and first-hand accounts. More
than 10,000 copies were sold in the first week.
The second book was written by another abolitionist,
Fredrick Douglass. It was an autobiography of his life titled, The Narrative of
the Life of Fredrick Douglass, An American Slave.
Beneath the copy of his book, was a large faded black and
white copy of Harriet Tubman, wrapped in plastic. I found out that in 1849,
Harriet, along with her two brothers, escaped slavery from Maryland and fled to
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They followed the North Star on their 90-mile
Mattie’s most important items on that shelf were her great,
great Granny Pearly’s slave journal and her own family journal. When you read the novel, soon to be published,
you’ll step back in time to learn the importance of family names and the many
truths regarding Afro-American history including the value of “Memory Sundays”.
Food is such a big part of life and community. Restaurants on the West Side of Buffalo, NY, where I live, have offered a continuing source of nourishment and gathering for decades. Two restaurants in particular, Santasierio’s and Deco Restaurant are near and dear to my heart.
I was 21 years old when Dominic Santasierio opened his restaurant at 1329 Niagara St., just doors away from my address at 1469 Niagara. Dominic’s sauce made from a family recipe, is still used today, and proof of its popularity. Santasierio’s is best known for comfort food, consistency in quality, large portions and reasonable prices.
This popular Italian American restaurant was the site where
and Molly Murphy, two tenants in my building, had their first date. After that, whenever they could, they
would go back there again and again. They struggled for a whole year to keep
their relationship a secret. I’ll share more about them another time.
David Abramovich, a Russian Jew and
his 41-year-old cousin Samuel Jaroslow , a Polish Jew who came to America from
the Pale of Russia in 1910 moved into my building in 1935. I can’t share their
harrowing story now, but I can tell you that Santasiero’s helped them survive
when they couldn’t afford kosher food. It was good, cheap and filled their
bellies after a long workday.
The smells of all their leftovers – spaghetti, Italian wedding soup, eggplant parmesan – was delicious! Boy did I wish I could taste that food. Dominic Santasierio’s descendants will be celebrating their 100th Anniversary in 2021 and if I could shake any other building’s hand, this is the one I would choose!
Deco Restaurant first opened in 1918 when Gregory Deck opened a small stand on the corner of Main and Lisbon. The success of this stand gave way to more than fifty Deco lunch counters that eventually sprouted up around the city of Buffalo, NY.
Molly Murphy, yes, the same one who dated Sammy Consiglio, got a waitress job there in the early 1930’s, in the restaurant on West Eagle Street, on the corner of Pearl. She worked the late-night shift. It was a favorite spot at night for cops, late night revelers, and the homeless. Young, old, rich, poor, came together to get a good cup of coffee for 10 cents, 5-cent hamburger, or a hot dog and Cherry Coke. The spot was small but popular, and you were lucky if you could get a dining stool at the counter. Molly just loved working there.
I honor Santasierio’s and Deco, for their dedication to the local customers of Buffalo, NY. These restaurants fed hundreds and hundreds of people, helping them survive tough times and celebrate good times.
Benedict (Benny) Farley and Bianca Martucci were a young couple who lived in separate apartments in my building. They were on a date at the Marlowe Theatre on December 7, 1941 when their lives and the lives of all Americans were forever changed. I wasn’t physically with them at the theatre but heard the shocking news as soon as they came home. Yes, you probably already know what I’m talking about – it was the day the Japanese Army bombed Pearl Harbor and the start of World War II.
were scared – truly panic-stricken. All many could do was stand up and volunteer
in the War effort, while their hearts and souls prayed for peace. When you read
my upcoming novel, you’ll learn more about these troubling times – about V-mail
(Victory Mail), Production Soldiers, Ration Stamps, victory gardens, and the
meaning of The Blue Stars of America.
Benedict and Bianca’s story however involves a hasty marriage and a monumental goodbye. I’ll share more details later, but here’s a little bit of insight about this couple. Shortly after they started dating, Bianca invited Benny in to have a cup of coffee and a piece of homemade chocolate cake. This is when I overheard them talking about their childhoods. It was a serious conversation and I was listening intently as Bianca wiped a tear from Benedict’s eye.
When Benny was only thirteen years old, he became one of thousands of children put into the Orphan Train Movement. He was suddenly taken from his orphanage and put on a train with other children ranging from five to thirteen years of age. All that Benny and the other children were told was that they were going on a long train ride, but they were really headed to the Midwest to join farm families – some in the US and others to Canada. Benny’s story may shock you when you read more about what happened. Bianca too unfortunately became an orphan at the age of seven, although she was sent to the Saint Vincent DePaul Female Orphanage Asylum in Buffalo New York. Here she grew into a young woman before heading out on her own.
Their remarkable tale and the tales of all my tenants helped me understand life’s twists and turns and in turn made me stronger. Each decade of my life has been filled with a rich history, and the life lessons I’ve learned from my tenants who came to live with me – special people from all over the world. I hope when you read this historical novel, you’re inspired in the 21st century, by stories of the past.
I have many memories that are waiting in line to tell their tales but wanted to share this highlight as it has been on my mind of late. I was watching three men working recently on my kitchen renovations when I heard them talking about the 75th Anniversary of D-Day and World War II. This took me back to the 1900’s when two young, female, Irish college students, Patricia and Kathleen, moved into one of my apartments. It was around this time they became Suffragettes – women fighting for the right-to-vote. Why these smart women didn’t have that right all along, I don’t fully understand, but it was an honor to watch them work hard for this deserved cause.
Their struggles in this fight often made me feel helpless, mainly because I couldn’t do anything to help them, except to provide shelter and the freedom to hold their weekly, secret Suffragette meetings. The twins and many other supporters marched in the first national Suffrage Parade in the nation’s Capital on March 3, 1913. Later, when you read my full story, you will experience first-hand what happened prior to their arrival in Washington D.C.
Little did the twins know how I lived so vicariously through their lives and for the right to vote in America. And oh, how I wished I could have joined them in the march! I also felt their anxiety, anguish, pain, tears, and shock when their friends were drafted into World War II. What these two, fine women, among many others, did to help the War effort was heartwarming. I wanted to cry for the troops and families left behind on the home front, instead I suffered in silence. Readers will also be able to find out how this experience too, influenced my twins’ lives.
Patricia’s and Kathleen’s immigrant family history goes back generations and coming to America indeed saved them from poverty and despair. I discovered how difficult life can be and realize that I have an important role as a cornerstone of all my tenants and their families’ lives. I know they need me, as much as I need them. I too have had my share of my ups and downs – suffered abandonment, survived auctions and the destruction of my apartment building in the middle of the night, and in recent times harbored the overwhelming fear of being torn down. But I am a survivor and my full story will be told in 2020 with the publication of FRED: Building of Dreams. There are more memories waiting to be told.
Lately, my author Fran has been dropping by regularly to watch the progress happening to my outside, the part of me that passerby’s see on their way to and from their busy lives. Fran recently looked up into my windows and said, “It won’t be long before your legacy is told, Fred!”. The last time she visited, she mentioned her meeting with someone important from Fowler’s Chocolate Company and told him about the special connection to “My Chocolate Ladies”. Alice and Hannah (you’ll meet them later when my book is published), a mother and daughter who resided in my walls in 1951 were hired then, to work in the Fowler’s Chocolate Factory as “chocolate dippers”.
I remember it as if it were yesterday when the ladies had immigrated to America from York, England. They then lived with me for 21 years. Why they came to America is a longer story, one that involves World War II, The Roundtree Chocolate Factory owned by The Quakers, and Buffalo’s own Fowler’s Chocolate Factory, but they are the reason I love chocolate. I can’t taste it, but I do know how it smells, and I also know how much my tenants loved it too. Bobby Mooney, the little nine-year-old Irish boy, was the only tenant I could communicate with, through telepathy. He told me how it tastes and feels, melting in his mouth. It seems so very decadent and delicious.
When you read my novel, you will have an inside view of how Alice and Hannah had a major impact on many tenants and their families when they moved in, each receiving a little brown bag of chocolates along with a dinner invitation. My “chocolate ladies” acts of kindness broke down barriers of misunderstanding between diverse tenants, and created lifelong friendships and new cultural understanding.
Come back in time and experience my memory of the unexpected power of chocolate and friendship.
Change is Coming!
Last week I saw Fran, my author, “The Woman in the Black Toyota”. She was visiting the gas station across the street from me, chatting with the owner as his son filled her gas tank. I think the gas station man talks to her about what’s going on in the area, and maybe even about me (I like to think that)! I could see them looking my way, gesturing and nodding to each other. If I could, I would give her a big hug hello!
It’s not unusual for Fran to drive by slowly, turn around and then park in front of me for a few minutes. She looks me over and often gets out to take pictures. I wonder what she’s thinking. Maybe she’s amazed, as I am, with all the changes that are happening to me.
Not long ago she spotted a massive truck parked alongside me. She parked in front of me and I saw her car window open. I heard her ask one of the two workers heading into my front door if the owner was inside. He told her “No, but he should be back later”. She waited for a while, then left and I thought she seemed somewhat disappointed. I wonder if she’ll get to meet my new owner soon!
I overheard Fran talking about something very special today and it’s all so terribly exciting! I can tell finally tell you as it’s now official that my story, FRED: Buffalo Building of Dreams, will be published by BookBaby Publishing in 2021! It’s been decades of challenges in the making to finally achieve publication, and there have been times when my goal seemed almost impossible. But here I am, a one hundred twenty-year-old survivor, anxiously awaiting 2021…my legacy year! Life is magical.
Dear friends, my long journey from back in time taught me to be a good listener and silent observer of human behavior. My historical novel is a glimpse into the lives of generations of tenants from various parts of the world in search of personal and economic freedom in America.
My observations helped me understand what it must be like to be human and shaped my destiny to share their legacy with current and future generations. They no longer have a voice. My author’s words speak on behalf of all of us.
My tenants’ personal tales enriched my life beyond belief. They became family to me. I held their secrets, disappointments, grief, and was fortunate to share their many moments of joy and success within my walls. I was a silent member of their families, entering their lives without their knowledge, with the exception of one special young boy who grew up protected within my walls.
I was able to connect with my tenants and their families, whose lives were impacted by historical events beyond their control. My firsthand history lessons are vivid and extensive as I imagine them in my mind’s eye, filled with unbelievable actual events. I learned about the Civil War, the Hooks, the Great Strike of 1899, the Suffragettes, World War 1, the right to vote, the Buffalo Children’s Aid Society, the News and Black Boot Boys, and major events that took place around the world during this 118-year period.
You might ask me “Why is this story important?”. And, I will tell you.
I am a survivor, a modest apartment building with a heart and soul and tales to tell. I’m still standing proudly like my tenants were when they first moved into my building.
My hope is that readers will be able to step back in time and see themselves in the struggles and hopes, the heartaches and dreams, and the common humanity that all my tenants shared – and share with you.
In a way I’m like my tenants. I have ups and downs, fears, unknown challenges, only I have no control over what happens to me. My fate is in my owner’s hands. How I wish I had the free will to make the types of choices my tenants made to survive and thrive.
FRED: Buffalo Building of Dreams (Publication in 2021: BookBaby Publishing)
I rose up from the ground in a residential and industrial neighborhood on the West Side of Buffalo, New York and became aware of being built shortly after my four-story modest apartment building cornerstone was securely in place in 1900. I often noticed a young woman with a child in her arms, watching me daily, except when the weather was bad. The construction crew would wave and sometimes talk to them. It was quite confusing at first because I felt a warmth toward them both and felt alive.
I can’t tell you the exact moment it happened, this awareness, or the date I was completed, but it was during this time that my tales of generations began. Gradually, I learned that my first tenants were the mother and son who watched me being built. My journey with them taught me to listen, observe, and feel what it’s like to be human
I’m privileged to be an eyewitness to many generations who lived in my building. The tenants living within my walls were from all over the world and had multiple twists, and turns, creating a journey of a lifetime. For decades I tried hard to connect with someone who would hear my plea; for someone who would write my legacy. In 2006, Fran, my author heard my cry for help as she drove by my building. My voice will take you back in time to meet and hear my characters talk, and live their lives, in their historical period. You’ll get to experience what their challenges were like and how they dealt with unpredictable lives.
When you read this historical, multi-period novel about my life, FRED: Buffalo Building of Dreams, you’ll also find out how intertwined my tenants were over a span of 118 years. They were a mosaic of humanity and made this old building sometimes wish I really was human. Having lived as long as I have, my history actually takes place in the real-time lives of the immigrants, refugees, internal migrants, and descendants of enslaved Peoples of Africa who called me home.
I’ve had my share of fear and disappointments too. One of my fears is of being destroyed or demolished before evidence of my existence can be documented, but I think almost everyone can relate to being fearful. I was a novice about life. Each decade provided new insights about how wars, poverty, political upheavals, and famines took a toll on many of my tenants. I learned that Freedom was their common goal. Their stories were often heartbreaking, but through them I experienced the real meaning of courage and how it never dies. I cried with them when I had no tears, smiled on the inside when they were happy.
I’m excited about being published in 2020 (Buffalo Heritage Press) because it will allow me to share these unbelievable stories. When you read this book, you too will enter the lives of this mosaic of people and become part of their hopes and dreams. Perhaps you’ll also discover the secret their legacies reveal for the current and future generations of Americans.