March 26, 2009

My Mom and Dad

The year was 1943.
He would wave to her, and she would smile. He then asked her if he could walk her to the city bus stop; she said "yes". He would give her Father a gallon of homemade wine should he see the elder gentleman sweeping the sidewalk outside the house. She liked the way he made her laugh, and he thought she was pretty. They both wore hats,for those were the days when men wore fedoras, and women had an abundance of choices. Women always wore skirts and dresses, and everyone in general looked dapper.

Thus, began a courtship between Anne and Ross for approximately one year. He then proposed, and they were married on June 24, 1945. One Saturday night they won a dance contest, and the prize was a standing art deco lamp that now resides in our living room. Everytime I look at that lamp, I wish I could have seen them dance their socks off. That would have been priceless.

They bought a house, moved to the suburbs, and produced four children. My Mother became a homemaker, because for the majority of women, that is what you did. She loved it, and took pride in it. They both taught us table manners, and manners in general. All holidays were celebrated: Valentine's Day through New Year's Day. They showed us how to live an honest life by example. That seemed to be a very high priority for them.

My Mother wasn't a famous movie star, my Father didn't invent the telephone. They were two average Italian Americans, who fell in love and wanted to be together for the rest of their lives. I use to hear the pride in my Fathers' voice when someone would ask him questions about their children. And my Mother, well, if she could have sung out her joy from the top of a mountain, she would have. Instead, she made her happiness apparent everyday, and still does.

It is important for me to know these facts about my parents. They were not always my parents. They were young, single and went to jitterbug dances. Their concerts consisted of the big band era. However, when the stories get told from generation to generation, a legacy begins. It can be told verbally, through letters, other relatives or close friends. The medium isn't as important as the message that is conveyed.

So, this is the legacy of my parents, and it all started out with a smile and a wave.


  1. Very lovely post. My parents were of the 50's and 60's. I don't think that was as elegant an era as the 40's. I have funny photos of my dad with big sideburns and a crazy mustache.
    They're divorced now, but both very happy so i guess that's all that counts!
    I've got them beat, we're celebrating our 12th anniversary today!

  2. Ciao Paisana!
    Lovely recounting! And again, so similar...My mom fell in love with my dad when she was 12 years old. He lived two blocks away and used to walk to school and pass her house everyday. My grandfather would yell at the boy who would be my dad for banging a stick against their garage door. They would have been married for 50 years August of 1998, but Dad passed on June 1. What a priceless legacy they left us!

  3. I popped over to say Hi from pve (Patricia).

    This is a sweet post of your parents! To think it all started with a wave! I love their photo.


  4. So sweet. I love old pictures like that. I have a picture of my mother's parents from WWII and it is such a grandfather is wearing his uniform and has his hat cocked in a very dashing granny is the picture of early 40s fashion, with the hair pulled back at the side, the deep red Joan Crawford lips...awesome!

    To answer your question, GK (now known as Pepper) is adjusting. She and Moo (my other kitty) have become pretty good buddies. She prefers to hang out in the 3rd floor loft, safe from the dogs, but last night she came down and slept with us. Unfortunately, she has worms...bad. They are literally crawling around in her stool, not surprising since she was outdoors for so long. But she goes to the vet tomorrow, so all shall be well!

  5. I love it! The picture is beautiful.

  6. Oh this reminds me of my parents. Remarkable, how they still inspire me to live an honest life, to do a bit of good each day. I think one of the best lessons a parent can instill is the love for one another. I witness the love that they have for each other every time I see them.

  7. A very sweet tribute to your dear parents. If the parents are happy, the children will be content. Thank you.

  8. A beautiful post!
    I have no idea how my parents met, believe it or not, and they're both long gone. My family wasn't much for sharing personal things. A shame, really.

  9. Ooh my, this post is beautiful!!

  10. What a tenderly told tale! Your parents sound like wonderful people and what a bonus to be Italian as well! I love Italians! They really know how to celebrate life.

  11. What a beautiful memory--just the sort of thing that deserves to be written down and shared.

  12. This is such a fabulous post! And I love that you are able to have such vivid "memories" of their courting...Clearly storytelling runs in your genes. :-)


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