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Bethlehem, Pennsylvania workers lost one of their brothers this week. Pete DePietro was a big man with a bigger heart. Its a big loss. He will be greatly missed.

Valley loses an advocate for workers - Pete DePietro fought for injured workers

On Memorial Days, Pete DePietro went to Rose Garden Park in Bethlehem to help read the names of hundreds of Lehigh Valley workers who died as a result of workplace injuries.

On Labor Days, the Freemansburg resident was among the first to arrive at the Lehigh Valley Labor Council's annual picnic, grandchildren in tow, ready to set up picnic tables and work through the day so union families could celebrate unity.

Every other day, he was known as the little man with the big heart. The guy who would visit the families of injured workers to make sure they had what they needed. The guy who organized trolley tours of Bethlehem Steel to raise money for the site's historic preservation. The guy who took water to dogs left unattended on hot summer days.

DePietro, who spent 25 years working at Bethlehem Steel and served as president of United Steelworkers Local 2600, died Tuesday. He was 69.

(excerpt from the Morning Call by Spencer Soper)

I met Pete back in 2004 when I was trying to get local support for producing my Dad's play The 28 Inch Mill. Pete was instrumental in getting me non-profit organization umbrella status so I could rent the hall. It was through him I met the rest of the Steelworkers Archives and many other local steelworkers. We premiered the play as part of a Festival to honor workers in Bethlehem which was also a fundraiser conceived by Pete (as I recall) and some of the guys to raise money for the Archives and the PA Federation of Injured Workers.

Goodnight Pete. Rest Well. You did a lot of good for a lot of people.

In memory of Pete DePietro I dedicate this next excerpt from my Dad's play:


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Sometimes we’d hafta cover for some of the old guys, you know, who didn’t want to go to the wash house. In them days when you became too old and didn’t have the time in or the inclination to take your pension they’d give you a job as janitor in the wash house, but some guys were just too proud. So that made the job even tougher, but you knew some day you were gonna get old too and need help.

I seen a lotta guys start out as young tigers and end up hardly able to get through the turn. You could tell when a guy was hurtin’ and pushin’ himself and pretty soon he wouldn’t be around. Then you’d hear he was in St. Luke’s. Next thing you know he’d be gone. Happened to a lotta guys, even in their thirties and forties.

You know, I lost a couple of good buddies to alcoholism, too. They were just normal drinkers, then all of sudden when they were 45 or 50 they started to drink like hell. Drank themselves to death in a couple of years. It’s almost like they were tryin’ to commit suicide.

I always thought it was kinda nice that the undertaker would open the funeral home after 11 p.m. so’s the guys workin’ 3–11 could pay their respects.

The first viewing I ever went to was for Askar Kraszewski. He was only 34. They said it was his lungs. The old guys told me it had happened before. Some guys just can’t take the smoke and fumes. Anyways, it was a bitter cold winter’s night. We got to the undertakers about 11:30. Leo Dabrowska, the mortician’s waitin’ at the door.

“We come to pay our respects to Askar.”

“First room on the left.”

We file past the casket. He looked so young. Hell, I was only about 25 myself. I’m standin’ there lookin’ at him, thinkin’: “Hey Askar, remember the time we drove up to Hazelton for that wedding and picked up those two girls…”

We all sit down. Most of us are whisperin’, you know, talkin’ about Askar. Father Kerensky walks up by the casket.

“O.K. boys, we’re gonna say the Rosary.”

First he says something in Polish then he starts in on the Rosary. Myself, I’m not Catholic, but I’ve been to a lot of Catholic funerals. Most of these priests, when they say the Rosary, go real fast, like they can’t wait for it to be over. Not Father Kerensky.

“Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

'The 28 Inch Mill' by Robert D. Frantz was written in 1992, edited and updated in 1994 by me with additional copy by my Dad. I performed it in 1995 in Santa Barbara CA and again in 2004 in Bethlehem PA.

This material is strictly copyrighted and all publication, reprint and performance rights, in whole or in part, are held by me, Stanley R. Frantz, his son. Inquiries regarding reprint or republishing permission may be directed to me via my Kos account. I welcome your interest.

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Originally posted to srfRantz on Fri Feb 22, 2013 at 11:50 AM PST.

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