People In My Neighborhood

A blog about some residents of Nashua, New Hampshire

Livia Gershon

Livia Gershon
Location
Nashua, New Hampshire, USA
Birthday
June 21
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To get updates from this blog on Facebook, please like this page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/People-In-My-Neighborhood/160455710700580. Or on Twitter follow @LiviaGershon. This is a blog about some of my neighbors. Like a lot of people who spend considerable time reading newspapers and websites, I sometimes feel I’m more familiar with the lifestyles of the kinds of people who show up in the lifestyle sections of the paper than with the lives of people who are way closer to my income level. This is an attempt to find out more about the working- and middle-class people around me. I live in Nashua, New Hampshire, which isn’t a poor city. The average job in the metropolitan area pays about $28 an hour, according to the state agency that collects that kind of information. Unemployment in the area is under 5 percent. But I’m continually astonished by how hard things are for many people I see every day. I chose people to interview for this blog pretty much at random. I didn’t pick them out because I thought their stories would illustrate a particular political or economic idea. They’re just people I saw around who were generous enough to talk with me.

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JULY 2, 2012 9:39AM

The Declining American Dream

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Angel Morales

(Angel Morales (front) with friends.)

Like any city neighborhood, my section of Nashua transforms itself when the weather gets hot. Things get loud. Teenagers are everywhere, skateboarding and flirting. People pull out cheap chairs and sit outside chatting for hours.

My neighborhood is mostly home to white people with roots in New Hampshire that go back a generation or more, but a large portion the people who sit out on porches and stoops come from Latin America. They’re the ones that give the place that sense of a community living out in the open that you find in the residential corners of much bigger cities. I grew up in a tiny town where grown-ups mostly stayed in their own houses and yards, and when I see people living like this I always find myself thinking of Sesame Street.

Angel Morales was one of those sitting outside Sunday evening. Talking with him made me wonder about the future of this kind of street life. I wondered what will happen to this neighborhood if immigrants don’t want to come here anymore.

Angel didn’t need to be spending his time on one of the most run-down streets in Nashua. He told me he and his wife have a nice house in a nice town nearby. But he’s tied to the neighborhood. He has children and grandchildren here, and others, like the people I saw him sitting with, who are like family to him.

One couple he was hanging out with came to the country just a few months ago from the Dominican Republic, but Angel knew them before he and his family immigrated decades ago. He said he’s been helping them find resources they need—places to live, support in searching for jobs, staples from the food pantry when steady work doesn’t come through. He’s kind of an expert in this stuff after helping many other Dominican immigrants with the same issues.

“I’ve been doing that for years because it’s what they did when I came here, with no English,” he said.

These days, Angel speaks very good English, and he’s assimilated in other ways too.

“I got divorced and went for the white girl,” he said with a laugh.

His second wife works in human resources, and her income has kept the family going for the past 18 months while Angel’s been unemployed. Before that, he worked at a cable manufacturer until he was injured. He showed me a long scar running down his arm.

“One of the machines loved me too much,” he said.

The company gave him $18,000 for pain and suffering, he said, but it didn’t want to keep him on the job after that. He’s been applying for other jobs ever since, at other plants or wherever he thinks he might have a shot. He hasn’t had any luck so far.

“I figured it out the other day,” he said. “When you get to a certain age in this country you get rejected… They’re looking for the young first.”

Of course, even the young can find it hard to get work, especially if they’re new to the country and don’t speak much English. Angel said there are a lot of people like that coming over from the Dominican Republic. Many of them applied for visas years ago, and when their number comes up, they want to move, despite the reports they hear about the U.S. economy.

"The thing is, they're coming at a bad time," he said. "The American dollar used to be the power. Not anymore."

I asked him if he’d suggest that anyone in his homeland who’s just starting to think about the move might want to reconsider, and he said he wouldn’t need to.

“Right now, because they see what’s going on, I don’t think you have to tell them anything,” he said.

For himself, though, the U.S. has been a good home. His children, both those he moved with and three younger kids he had with his second wife, are doing fine. Thanks to his wife’s income they were just able to buy their 16-year-old daughter a car.

“I’m living the American Dream,” he said. “So far.”

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I hope that he is wise enough to see that his own personal "American Dream" now has an 18 month crack in it; a 'crack' that has a very good chance of expanding to include the rest of his life.

By the time most Americans wake up, that dream will have already become their worst nightmare, if it hasn't already.....

Good blog - very nicely written.

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I don't have anything wise to say about the whole decline thing...but I remember, and this was 40 or more years ago, driving thru some quaint old New England ex-factory towns with the characteristic big ole houses....and at night the streets were alive and loud with Latin music and the grocery stores were full of beans and tortillas, etc. It was as if the towns had been abandoned by the original Anglos and 'taken over' by 'invaders'. The 'invaders' seemed, despite the fact that at that time and place, and probably today, they were mostly exploited farm workers, to be a lot livelier than the ghosts of the past. America may be into an economic decline, but there are *changes* happening, and perhaps a vibrant new approach to life will take shape, is taking shape, has taken shape in an unacknowledged 'under-class'. (Has certainly revolutionized American Anglo food for the better!)
Hi Livia -- I like reading your blog and getting to know (in some small way) the people that you interview. I'm amazed at the richness of detail your posts have and how much people are willing to share about their lives, even the painful aspects.
I love your stories. They really get right to the heart of it. Great job.
When my son was in grade school, he'd have this ideal kind of place, much the way we do when contemplating retirement -- or a better place to be. He would say that life in a small town would be so much cooler, that our burgeoning mega city is spoiling all of us.
I told him that, ever since seeing "OUR TOWN", many years before his birth, that I'd settle for a small New Hampshire town, just like
Grovers Corners is ... It never left me. A part of me would be there in a ... NH milisecond. Thanks for bringing me home ....R >>>>>>
Thanks for the comments, everybody.

Elizabeth, I'm always amazed at how willing people are to share this stuff, and how generous they are with their time and their stories.

Myriad, yes--I'm so glad that my neighborhood has some diverse influences, particularly when it comes to food!
I enjoy reading your posts. So real. So close to the heart of the matter.
The people in America in this country who are anti-immigrant are fools. Immigration is the only thing that made this country. Hate immigrants? Give the USA back to the Indians.
I always enjoy your stories. Sadly, the declining dream has a pretty far reach.
Declining dream, yes and no. The spirit of hope for transformation of the cultural landscape lives on in the hearts of many Americans. See the negative, see the positive. Strive to make a difference. That's my message.
A much needed reality check. I also addressed the dying of the American Dream up close and personal in a post of my own:

Arbeit Macht Frei
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