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Statue of Liberty: A Look Back On Her 125th Birthday

Posted: 10/28/11 06:42 PM ET

125 years ago on October 28, 1886, the Statue of Liberty was formally unveiled and dedicated. In spite of wet and foggy weather, roughly a million people -- or approximately one in every 60 residents of America at the time -- were on hand to watch President Cleveland accept this remarkable gift from France. Reading his words (from the newspaper account below), I couldn't help but ponder how they would be received today:

"We are not here today to bow before the representation of a fierce and warlike god, filled with wrath and vengeance, but we joyously contemplate instead our own deity keeping watch and ward before the open gates of America, and greater than all that have been celebrated in ancient song. Instead of grasping in her hand thunderbolts of terror and of death, she holds aloft the light which illumines the way to man's enfranchisement."


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Chronicling America, The Sun, 29 October 1886

"Open gates" and "man's enfranchisement" seem to be the last thing many want today, and it's telling to note how frequently Liberty's sister site of Ellis Island is incorporated in anti-immigration missives. "My grandfather came here legally through Ellis Island" is an oft-seen phrase in opinion pieces written by those who are unaware that coming here legally at the time was mostly a matter of not being among the two percent deported for health issues such as trachoma and tuberculosis. When the odds were 49 to 1 in your favor, there wasn't much incentive to try to slip in unnoticed. Even so, the fact that Lady Liberty's 125th anniversary is being celebrated shows that many still support the "give me your tired, your poor" attitude that welcomed our ancestors.

Those who'd like to join in the festivities but can't be there can participate long-distance by downloading "Gift of Light" from iTunes or checking out the views from her torch which has been closed to the public since 1916. As for me, I'll be celebrating in a more private way by remembering my great-grandmother, Parania Lukacz. Parania, who would later go by Pauline or Polly, arrived at Ellis Island on October 28, 1911 after a ten-day journey from Hamburg on the S.S. Kaiserin Auguste Victoria. The passenger manifest records that she was five feet tall with brown hair, grey eyes and scar over her right temple. It was exactly 100 years ago, and as luck would have it, the Statue of Liberty's 25th birthday.

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Parania left Mosty Wielkie in what's now western Ukraine to join some coal-mining brothers in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. She would go on to marry an immigrant from a neighboring, old-country village and have six children. According to a niece who regarded her as a substitute mother since her own never came to America, "My Aunt Pauline was a very hard working woman, got along very good with all her neighbors, kept herself and her home and children very clean. She was a wonderful person."

By all rights, I should have known my great-grandmother since I was born when she would have been in her 60s, but that privilege was denied by my great-grandfather, a violent man who cut her life considerably short. She must have suspected what was coming because she had made arrangements to leave money for her children, but her husband managed to circumvent that by giving the local saloon keeper legal guardianship of the children less than three weeks after he killed her. Given that the children never left the family home, my guess is that he was paying off his tab with his kids' inheritance.

So Parania's American dream ended about as badly as possible, but all that was in her future when she arrived on that auspicious day. And so, too, were her dozens of descendants who have all had opportunities she never could have imagined. We've all reaped the benefits of the chances she was willing to take. Her husband never troubled to get naturalized, and at the time, married women received their citizenship through their husband's, so Parania died an alien. But to me, this tiny, gutsy immigrant stands as tall and will always be as American as Lady Liberty herself.

 
 
 

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07:53 AM on 10/29/2011
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05:31 AM on 10/29/2011
Exactly 125 years ago, on a wind-swept island in the middle of New York Harbor, the Statue of Liberty was dedicated. Forget the fireworks and the pompous speeches. For the VERY best tribute that we could ever have given to commemorate this anniversary are the brave efforts of those hardy Occupy Wall Street participants, who are “standing watch” just a few miles away, ....and whose spirit is spreading all across the country!  If  Lady Liberty  could speak , she would surely say THANK YOU OWS. Thank you - for renewing and strengthening the ideals of freedom and dignity and liberty...upon which this great nation was founded. All Occupy Wall Street participants, whether in New York or elsewhere, should know and remember this one simple fact: With all the hardships and trials that you have been going thru---and will go thru---  you are in very real sense carrying forward the torch of freedom. Lady Liberty would be proud of you! ....WE are proud of you!
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03:05 AM on 10/29/2011
French Constitution was wrtten from the U.S. Constitution.

Voila ! Lady Liberty is a great work of Art................Freedom and Tolerance !

Even the Catholics like her, imagine that !
09:08 PM on 10/28/2011
New York was second choice for the acceptance of the S of L. Its original plinth at the Northern entrance to the Suez Canal still exists after its refusal by Egypt.
08:58 PM on 10/28/2011
What an amazing story! Many women suffered at that time. Crime was committed against them & it was not seriously investigated. People got away with a lot of crime. My Uncle Bill's grandfather (not blood-related) threw his grandmother down the stairs & she died. They came from Russia. I asked my mother today about her experience coming to America with my sister Liane. They closed down Ellis Island just 3 yrs. before they arrived to NYC from Bremerhaven on a ship called "Berlin". My mother saw the Statue of Liberty for her very first time, on Saint Nicholas Day, at age 22. It was overwhelming, really something to see. My mother's older sister, my Tante Wilma, came to pick them up with her son, Arnd, on a train from Monaca, Pennsylvania. Strange how time changes things: All those tiny train stations have been long shutdown. Now, my cousin is suffering with lung cancer, & so, am I with another, hereditary breast cancer; beginning my 2nd fight with Lyme Disease. But, reading your story gave me the "energy" to get out of bed. You're such a talented writer! I enjoy all your stories. In fact, I love this one so much that I could see it being made into a movie. I'm sorry that you never had the opportunity to meet your great-grandmother, Parania, but, it was almost as if she stood so tall, so bright, right beside you when you wrote this piece. God bless~
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12:06 PM on 10/29/2011
Thank you, Sonya Rose. Your kind words mean the world to me and I can relate to so much of what you said both in terms of your family history and medical history. I'm so glad that Parania's tale reminded you of what your own family has experienced and endured, and inspired you in some way. That's the power of a tiny, gutsy woman even 100 years later! I'm just lucky to sport a little of her DNA!
11:44 AM on 11/08/2011
We are connected to our families in bigger ways than we may even realize. Yesterday, I went into my bedroom & spent some time alone with my dog, but just couldn't get any rest or peace. For the first time, I heard loud repair/dri­lling noise above us. I felt...wel­l, I can't really describe it, but a lot of emotional pain around my belly button area. Usually when I feel this...som­eone or people in my family are crying, namely, my mother. By the time, I got out of bed into a warm bath, the phone call came...fro­m my mother. My cousin (who I mentioned above wi­th Lung Cancer), Arnd, had just passed away. It was he who stood in for my Godfather.­..held me when I was baptized. Arnd passed away in his mother's arms. When I spoke with my cousin his sister, she said, "Well, he is out with you now, in the West...soa­ring like an eagle over Monument Valley." It was his Valley of Dreams; I feel his spirit will always be there. We have a beautiful country, America. I just wish that we had more funding for cancer...more cures. It's hard to get up & going when you're in so much pain. There's actually a cross floating in the sky this morning, but with a strong weird odor, chemical smell. Hmm... Many peace & blessings, on all your future writings; they really are a "Gift of Light".