2020: O -April A to Z… Family Stories
I’m back in 2020 for my fifth year of participating in the yearly April A to Z challenge… and as usual I racked my brain scribbling ideas on paper since the end of last April. It wasn’t until January, that the light bulb finally went off in scrolling through the 85+ of unfinished blog posts in my draft folder. Bingo… there was my A to Z topic…
Family Stories as told to me… mostly by my husband!
From the moment I married into this Italian family… I fell in love with their stories… their memories… and the family. My husband grew up in West Haven, Connecticut… where there was so much to enjoy as a young boy… especially a place known as Savin Rock… although long gone now. It somewhat had once resembled Coney Island… but was even larger when his parents, aunts and uncles grew up. They had stories… and I was always an eager listener whenever they told those stories… remembering, and scribbling down to preserve, just as I did with the family recipes that had once only been in their heads. 2020 has became the year I’m telling many of those stories… along with my husband’s memories to preserve for the generations to come. Many of those who told me their stories, are no longer with us… and I hope to keep their memory alive in these stories… as they are now my family also… and I love them all!
My previous years of A to Z Challenges are:
- 2016: A to Z Southern Foods and Memories… they said write what you know… and being a girl born in the South… well this was what I knew.
- 2017: A to Z Conversations with Mama… it was a somewhat easy one for me to write as I’d journaled our conversations for years… I researched favorite topics to write.
- 2018: A to Z All About Nancy Drew… this one has been my favorite topic so far, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come up with another one to equal it
- 2019: A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories… I felt it was time to finally write the favorites of my husbands family foods.
Come sit a spell and enjoy!
Oh My… Do I Have Stories!
Who doesn’t love hearing and remembering family stories… and I seem to have collected many of my husband’s remembered stories through the years. Often something will trip a memory… and it’s those memories that I’ve scribbled down over the years to save. Who collects stories beside me? And these are only a fraction of what I’ve written from all who have remembered… and dared to tell me!
“I remember watching “Snowbound Theater” with my mother on snow days when we had no school. They usually ran movies all day… that’s where I learned about the old classic movies; she was a big movie fan and there’s probably not a classic out there she hadn’t watched more than once. If she liked a movie, it never bothered her to watch it again and again… and I’m like that today with my favorite movies, especially The Godfather. I can pretty much recite everyone’s lines all the way through the movie and many others.”
“My grandpa never talked much about Italy, except to say that he would never go back there to live – said it was very dirty. He was a very strict father, husband, and grandfather. He didn’t believe in banks – said they ruined the country. I always wondered where he kept his money since he didn’t believe in banks. It was often said he kept it buried in a tin can in the backyard. Who knows?”
“Steve with Aunt Nancy (Cavallaro) making his confirmation at the house on Edward St. Note the orange paint here on the house. It started out white, then orange, then green, then when he vinyl-sided it white… Dad’s Rocket 88 Oldsmobile parked in driveway.”
“Grandpa Joe gave me an apple the morning before making my confirmation… he didn’t believe in the church’s rules… “here eat the apple”, he told me; I ate the apple!” He never liked the church and always believed that they only cared about making the money. “
Driving by vegetable stands and corn growing in the fields…. “I remember the cellar grandpa dug at their farm. Grandma had a shelf down there where she kept her canned tomatoes and vegetables. My grandpa always had a big vegetable garden… he was always out in his garden after coming home from the barber shop. Your grandmother Bryan probably canned to – I remember her big bowls of cream style corn she put on the table the few times we ate there. Your grandfather grew a lot of vegetables and I remember the big fields of corn he grew.”
While watching the show Pickers… the guy talked about learning how to drive in an old car, and …. “When I used to go to Ralphie’s grandfather’s farm, we practiced driving in the old 54 Ford his father had; we’d drive out in the fields after the crops were harvested… it was fun at his grandfather’s farm.” (That’s how my mother learned to drive also. She practiced in her father’s field with the truck Mr. English let her borrow… he was my father’s boss. She learned to park by practicing between her father’s peach and apple trees. My grandfather always later said that the trees died from all the scraping she did from backing into them.)
“One time at the Rivoli they gave away inserts to make a Webster Dictionary… it was huge when finished. Every week you’d get a new insert – they gave you the hard front and back cover in the beginning; it had metal posts like a scrapbook to hold it together. They started with the Z and weekly worked back… toward the A letter. It was my job weekly to put the new insert in. It was a gimmick like the grocery stores to get you there every week and it worked, but I didn’t mind as I went to the movies more often. My mother was a big movie buff and that’s one thing I did inherit from her – a love of movies. I never tire of watching a movie I like over and over. The last movie I ever saw there was The Great Race with Natalie Wood – one of my favorite actresses; it played on New Years Eve… it premiered in 1965.”
“At my grandparents home on First Avenue, there was a gazebo built almost out over the water in the backyard. After all the boys moved out, no one took care of it anymore and it was eventually torn down. It was a really neat backyard there for a young boy… the gazebo and the ocean (Long Island Sound) was right at their back door. My grandparents backyard wasn’t like any other – it was always exciting in being there. The gazebo was standing for most of the early wedding parties that took place there.”
The famous gazebo in the background… Freddie working on his speedboat.
In listening to the commercials on the radio, one was a wedding advertisement and I asked Steve if he went to any family weddings… “I went to all the family weddings. I liked the weddings at the Steven Height’s club in West Haven the most. They had the best set up there, as we could sneak into the bar area and play pinball. I remember when my parents went to Pennsylvania to Tony and Rita Nastri’s wedding… we stayed home by ourselves. I think I was probably about 12 or so.”
“Grandpa Joe (Cambino) at the bar at Steven Heights Club in West Haven; Uncle Mikie DeTulio also pictured. Grandpa always enjoyed a wedding!” (Note the pay phone and the two cigarette machines in the bar… they needed two?)
At most all the family weddings, one of my grandfather’s customers son’s band usually played at the wedding. There was no can-type music back then – no DJ – it was always live music at weddings. They didn’t charge much and often not at all. Sometimes they just wanted to play – as it wasn’t their only job. After I married, Jeanne and I went to many family weddings who still had live bands – cousin Paul (Cavallaro) was in a band and they actually played at his own wedding… he even went on stage for a couple of songs.”
“When Uncle Johnny got married, Harvey Tattersal, who managed Savin Rock Speedway Racing, came to his wedding. Johnny’s wedding was a well known affair as he had many friends and fans who attended; Tattersal even gave him a big trophy when he got married. When he lived in the red cape-cod house off Meloy Road, I remember seeing a room full of trophies. Probably at that time, he had over 30 or 40 trophies alone, just in that room.”
“When I was older I sometimes took the dingy out with my friends, Ralphie (Campataro) and Louie (Albarella) to fish for big blues. On one fishing excursion, we ended up way out – over to where the Long Wharf oil tankers are… then rowing even further past the bridge. We thought we were all the best swimmers – and we were out there without even one life jacket. No one ever knew we went out that far… as I would have really been in trouble if they had known.”
“There was a stream at the end of Edith Street that we crossed when walking to the West Haven center. If it was a dry season, we walked across it, but if it had been rainy, then we crossed on the tree log that Ronny Kessler and I cut down to lay across the stream. Frontage Road to Sawmill Road in West Haven wasn’t complete until after I left for boot camp in 1968. Before that, Frontage Road was only a little ways off Sawmill Road, near the back of Armstrong Rubber. The dirt road stopped around where Foremost Foods factory was… it just ended into woods. I remember many roads in West Haven like that – they just ended, and you had to go all around to get to where you were going. It was even like that at West Spring Street going toward Ella Grasso Boulevard – it just ended – it wasn’t even open all the way to reach I-95… that had opened in the late 50’s. The boulevard completion wasn’t finally finished until after I married – probably late 70’s or early 80’s.”
“I went a couple of years as a Boy Scout to Camp Sequassen in Winsted, CT. We slept in tents, no matter what the weather was; there was much to do there from swimming to canoeing and archery. Non-swimmers couldn’t even go out in the boats, and you had to be a blue swimmer for the canoes. Blue and red could go in the regular boats, but the canoes required you to be a blue level; you kneeled in the canoe to paddle. Before you could even go out in a canoe you had to prove yourself… by tipping the canoe over, then flipping it back right side up and crawl back in. If you couldn’t accomplish this, no matter what color level you were – you didn’t go out.”
“My Boy Scout leader, Conroy Taylor, was also Uncle Johnny’s wedding photographer at his wedding… and a photographer for the New Haven Register. Ken Bradley was the assistant Scout leader… my Boy Scout Troop was No. 716, but later changed to Troop No. 16.”
“Finer’s “House of Hobbies” was where I spent many hours racing slot cars; the location I remember most was further down across from the green; I think he opened up here after closing his first store!”
“A favorite store I frequented on Campbell Avenue, when money was in my pocket, was Harry Finer’s House of Hobbies store across from the green. It was next door to the store on the corner – across from Silvers. Mr. Finer had a large figure-eight track where you raced 1/24 scale slot cars. You brought your own cars for racing and twenty-five cents bought you ten minutes of racing time… to race against others. Ronny Kessler and I went quite often; I built all my own cars and I had some great fast cars! You usually came with a few cars and parts so you could fix your car if something broke; if you built cars, you knew how to pop off bodies and make quick repairs. That’s where I first met Dickie Mills – maybe that’s where he acquired his love of racing from. Kids even as far away as Amity came there to race. I was lucky that it was within walking distance for me or I’d never have been able to go. You even took Stephen to Finer’s comic book store he later opened down near the West Haven boat dock on First Avenue; the old man in there was Harry Finer.”
“In boot camp you had to have your clothes-hangers two fingers apart… and that was at all times… and the TI (Technical Instructor) checked often. Our dress uniforms had to be starched and ironed also. It didn’t matter about our daily fatigues we wore to work daily… so we’d wash them nightly in the shower and everything else stayed in the locker for show and inspections! Even our socks had to be folded in a certain way. They were rolled up with the heel in the middle. They even unrolled your socks during inspections to see if you rolled them with the heel inside. Discipline was very strict in boot camp, but once you left there it wasn’t as strict.”
While watching a program about the Brooklyn Dodgers, Steve said… “I remember my father being disgusted when they took down Ebbet’s Field in Brooklyn, home of the Dodgers; sometimes called the Brooklyn Bombers. (Trivia: The Dodgers was a shortened form of Trolley Dodgers… what fans of the Dodgers were also called because they had to dodge the trolleys that criss-crossed Brooklyn in the early 20th century.) They were the cross-town rivals of the New York Yankees. That’s what made the games interesting – the rivalry between the two teams in one area! The problem was… the Yankees had too much money, still like today… and always afforded the best players. The Brooklyn Dodgers finally won the pennant in 1955, their first in 39 years. Every year, the fans would say to the New York Yankees, “wait till next year,” but 1955 was their “next year”… finally in beating them! In 1956 the trolley cars left Brooklyn… Coney Island was diminishing, just like Savin Rock, and in 1957 the Brooklyn Dodgers became the Los Angeles Dodgers.”
In hearing about the closing of Elm Diner (July 2009) in West Haven, Steve told me. “I was in the fifth grade at Thompson School when the first diner came to West Haven; it was called Duchess Diner. I remember seeing it pass down Campbell avenue in two pieces. The teacher had told us it was coming that day and we ran to the windows after hearing all the noise… and we watched it being pulled down the street. My class was on the top floor, and without the houses and trees like today, we saw it clearly as it passed down Campbell Avenue… and it was exciting to finally see it on the street. It was the first of its kind that had come to West Haven, and we all couldn’t wait to go there and eat. It still sits on the same spot – the corner of Campbell Avenue and York Street. Elm Diner came about a year later and we also watched it from school as it came down the street. Those style of diners were usually brought in two pieces, and then put together on-site. We always enjoyed going more to the Elm Diner than the Duchess, and I’m sorry to see it close – the new place will never have the same atmosphere; that’s what makes everything… the atmosphere!”
One of the earliest photos of Armstrong Rubber on Elm St., West Haven, CT. House on corner was later replaced with West End Market (corner house) and second house would be where the small strip mall is next door. The house across the street may have been the house of Joe Minion who ran a small restaurant on the bottom floor.
One evening as Steve and I were studying an Armstrong Rubber photograph that we had recently acquired from a man while at a tag sale, Steve told me. “As I study this picture… see that tall smokestack by the small water tank (on left side of photo as you view it), well my father climbed up there to make a repair one winter night. He never told me directly, but one day at Armstrong, I overheard him telling another man this story. He was called at home one night because of some issue with the smokestack – it connected directly to the boiler room. Scaffolding was constructed for them to work up there – and at night – in the winter – with snow on the ground – he, along with one other man climbed up that smokestack. The winds were howling and dad said he’d never been so cold in his life as he was that night… clinging to the scaffolding to make the repairs with the winds howling all around him. And knowing my father as well as I do, you can bet he made that repair… as he wouldn’t have come down until it was finished. There was never anything he couldn’t repair.” (My story on that photograph can be found Here)
On our way home from Georgia one year, we stopped At Duke’s Antiques in Lexington, VA… as we pulled in Steve saw a bicycle like he had as a boy… “I remember taking my bicycle wheel apart one time, and as much as I tried and tried… I could not get it back together that day… but I could do it today! It didn’t take my father long to put it back together though… guess he’d done it many times before. That’s called experience and wisdom!”
“I was the one who rolled my mother’s yarn into balls… it took special finesse to unroll a skein of yarn and turn it into a ball. She didn’t have the patience for that, and I always thought it was fun in turning it into a perfect ball. I’d turn the kitchen maple chair over and use the four legs to hold the skein of yarn… it fit perfectly. After unfolding the skein into a circle, I draped it over the legs and wound ‘round and ‘round to turn it into a ball. You had to keep a certain tautness, not too tight or too loose – I had it down pat! Even today, I never hesitate to wind a ball of yarn for Jeanne.”
“My mother only crocheted or knitted from a yarn ball… maybe the skeins of yarn came different then today. One thing she did well was crochet and knit… she made afghans and baby afghans for everyone in the family. And if it wasn’t coming right, she didn’t think twice about ripping it out and starting over. She also thought nothing about ripping out older projects she never finished, or didn’t use… and reuse the yarn again.”
Steve watched Mario Batali with me today as he made meatballs and… “My mother made the best meatballs I’ve ever eaten; I could easily have sold them at school. My friend, Johnny Kessler, loved her meatballs… sometimes he’d eat with us on Sunday and he definitely ate his share of pasta and meatballs. Johnny was German… his mother didn’t cook any Italian foods so he enjoyed eating at my house.”
“I remember mama making meatballs for the sauce… and when she made sauce, it was an all day affair. Early in the morning, she’d begin a huge pot of sauce – always with meat. She often made bracciales, and added any extra leftover meats from the week… and always pepperoni; that really flavored the sauce. Her sauce cooked all day, and by the time we ate… you were really hungry. My father loved her cooking and often took leftovers to work. He’d take in eggplant sandwiches, lasagna… basically anything Italian she cooked. I remember the men telling me how good a cook my mom was… after eating all the food he’d brought in. The guys were all Italian… so he enjoyed the reviews they gave when he brought in her cooking. She was a good cook until the day I saw her “most prized” cast-iron pans hanging in the garage. I knew that was the sign – she was done with cooking! After that, she basically didn’t cook very much. I took them home before she dumped them in the recycling box. My father always loved the cooking in my mother’s family better than his mother’s… as his mother cooked more plain, where my mom’s family cooked with more spices and much more a variety of Italian foods. Maybe that’s why he stayed with my mom – for her cooking – he loved the food!”
After discovering a picture of the New Haven Bread Company online, Steve told me… “I went every Sunday morning with my father to Ruocco’s on Legion Ave for Italian bread; it was run by Rossitini family. He’d buy 1 large loaf for sandwiches in the afternoon and I’d get 2 hard rolls for lunch, for the next day; he sometimes bought himself a roll for lunch. Once in awhile, he’d stop at Lucibello’s for a few pastries, not always though… but every few months he would… that was a treat! Later, while I was in the Air Force, the place moved near where the Bagel place was on the Boston Post Road.“
“While I was away in the Air Force, I felt like everything I grew up with and knew in West Haven disappeared! West Haven was not the same when I returned home.”
It was so hot and muggy one June day – and when I complained, Steve said….”You haven’t seen HOT until you can fry an egg outside on a hot day. We did that one day on the flight line in Warner Robins. I actually cooked an egg on the wing of the B-52… it was headed to be washed anyway, or I wouldn’t have.”
In stopping at Diane and John Taylors one day, John showed us a wooden box that held fishing rods… “That looks just like the one that my grandfather had… Johnny had sent it to him from Japan, and it held fishing rods inside… Grandpa never used them – but I did though. I went fishing almost every evening at Phipps Lake with them. Johnny (Kessler) and I often caught nightcrawlers… putting in tin cans with dirt so we’d be ready for fishing the next morning… and I still have the box… somewhere… but guess I wore out the fishing rods.”
As I prepared to write a story on the farm, we drove by the area and in looking at the now Econo Lodge, Steve said… “I used to go swimming there in the pool when I was young. The boy who lived next door would tell us when to come… as after they cleaned the pool in the morning they usually didn’t come back out. We swam there several times… and kicked out a few times, but we still came back. It was the West Haven Motor Inn back then when I went.” (I wish I knew when the name began changing… love the sign… very classic.” It’s also been known as The Yankee Inn.)
“The best place in town for atmosphere of any other place was always Zuppardi’s Pizza. It was a little dark in there with tall wooden booths… and the floor was nice and worn from dancing… and really worn at the cash register where you stood waiting to pay. My favorite was the jukebox there that played the old 78 records. The original building was the back building, that still stands… when they remodeled they built a new building in front. We seldom went after they remodeled, it was too much lighting in there, and it was never the same again… just higher pricing. We began going to Pat’s Pizza – across from Duchess Diner. It still had the look of the old-style pizza parlor you wanted to eat pizza in. When I think about it now, it reminds me of a pizza place from the Goodfellas movie with the dark lighting, they even kept the back door open there. My father sometimes went on Saturday to buy dough at Zuppardi’s though – my mom liked to make pepperoni bread with it. The guy behind the counter would pull off a piece of dough, throw a little flour in the brown paper bag and plop the dough inside. The dough never stuck in the bag either! Imagine today, someone giving you dough just inside a brown bag? The family there must have some pictures of the old place – maybe even on the wall. We haven’t been there in awhile, but maybe a trip is warranted to check it out to see if there are any old pictures around.”
“I have loved music my entire life – I never saw color or race in people’s music; I just liked their music. I can still remember the very day I first heard Elvis Presley – and I didn’t see anything bad in his music like it was talked about on TV. If I ever had to choose between sight or hearing – my choice would have to be hearing. I can’t imagine living in this world and not being able to hear music. The first thing I put on in the morning is the radio – XM radio, not the crap they play on the regular radio. I can listen all day to music and never turn on the TV. If I lived alone, I’d probably have no cable, just give me my DVD’s and XM radio and I’d have everything I need. I could care less if I even had a telephone – I hate answering the phone – it’s never for me.”
Steve and I had many visits with Uncle Frankie (Cambino) over the years… and many stories were told around Grandma Minnie’s kitchen table. If that table could talk… well, then I’d have all the stories! One morning as we sat having coffee, Frankie talked about the kitchen and remembering when his father bought the house. He said… “see that drop ceiling here in the kitchen, well, above those ceiling tiles are big wood beams… and they are still up there. There were two fireplaces here, one in the kitchen over there where we had the hot water heater… daddy covered the fireplace up. The other one is down in the cellar… it’s covered over also, but if you look around, you can see where it was.”
Frankie Cambino: “This is an old saltbox style house with a partial hip roof… built in 1860 and was owned, supposedly by a man by the name of Captain Jack, at least that’s what Mrs. Wheeler told me… she lived just next door. My father bought this house in 1953 when his 14 acre farm was taken from him by the state… when I-95 came through; he was paid $7000 for the farm and land, and he paid $12,500 for this home on First Avenue. Captain Jack didn’t build this house… when he lived here there was a widows walk on top of the roof. My father actually bought the house from the man who owned West Haven Auto-Top… a convertible repair shop for car tops… it was near Tony’s at Savin Rock.”
After Steve restored Frankie’s small winepress, he said…“I remember when my grandfather used his winepress in the basement. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was as big as a washing machine. I would sit and watch the juices flow out as he turned the handle. I turned it a few times, but I was small, so I probably wasn’t that interested in continuing to turn that big handle. I wish that I had his winepress… who knows what happened to it when he stopped making wine; they probably trashed it! He had about 4 or 5 wooden barrels in the cellar; sometimes he even traded a barrel of wine with friends. Grandpa kept a glass jug of wine on the kitchen table at all times. My father always had one at our house too… on the kitchen table! Probably all the family had their own jug, and I’m sure they brought it back for refills!” (Frankie’s wine press was in the basement, literally falling apart, but no more… Steve’s restored it, and it’s good as new. Frankie used it when making his famous pickled eggplant)
From notes taken with talks from Steve riding down Campbell Avenue… “Underneath Horwitz was a bowling alley for duckpins – I didn’t bowl there but Aunt Catherine (Donahue) was on a league there. I remember the Rivoli Sweet Shop, next door to the Rivoli Theater… there were a few booths and a fountain counter. I don’t think I ever went in there though, mostly older kids hung out there… the ones who had their licenses. At the Rivoli Theater, was where my mother made the large Webster’s Dictionary. She would get weekly inserts, which made up the rather large dictionary… she and her sisters used it for their weekly scrabble games. If the word could be found there – even on the bottom – it was considered a word… by them! Byers Hardware was further down Campbell… and still had its original look of the old hardware store, with the well-worn wooden floor… in its later years; even the original oak roll-up desk was still there and used. Just down the street was Danenbergs, where my grandmother shopped for clothes for her seven children. She charged and paid him weekly… but never told grandpa… he was very proud and never charged anything… he’d do without first.”
The Bait and Tackle shop sat next door to where the trailer park was on Beach St… this structure is the only original structure left from Savin Rock. It originally was Joanne’s Hot Dog Stand.
“Aunt Catherine lived in a trailer after she married Jimmy Donahue. They lived in that tiny trailer park on Beach Street… there’s still some trailers even there today. She told me how they lived next door to the Elephant Lady who worked at Savin Rock, and she even asked her one time, “why are your hands so pretty.” The woman replied… “Oh, I just peel off that other skin.” I guess she applied fake skin to make her hands look like elephant hide. They lived in that trailer for about four years before buying a house on Colonial Boulevard. The entire time they lived in that trailer, people were saying how the land was going to be sold and you’d have to move your trailer… but over fifty years later, there are still trailers there.” (About ten years ago they moved the older trailers out… today only one remains)
“The candy store down from the VA on Campbell Avenue was called Sydney Pinskers. It was one of the three stores on the corner of Richard and Campbell Avenue… and it was the store in the middle. If you were a walker to Thompson school you had the chance to stop in there daily… if you were lucky enough to have spending money. I rode the bus to school until Louie (Albarella) and I were kicked off the bus for giving the finger to people driving by. That was when I discovered the candy store… as other kids had come to school bringing bottles of wax filled with juice and candy lips – I’d never seen them before and when we asked where they’d gotten all the candy they told me of the store. Unfortunately we were only kicked off about three days, but we enjoyed those days before back riding the bus!” (I find it hard to pull memories from people – they know things and sometimes think they aren’t important or interesting… and sometimes don’t remember until something spurs that memory… and I’m always ready and willing to scribble it down.)
Bobby DeTulio: “My father, Mike “O’Toole” DeTulio rose early on Sunday mornings to go to the Bakery in New Haven for fresh Italian bread; he always delivered fresh bread to his sister’s every Sunday. He usually went to Aunt Minnie’s (Cambino) first and Aunt Mary’s (Pompone) last. One Sunday he switched his routine and almost caught my cousin, Karen (Viscuso) Grosjean, and myself eating meatballs instead of being in church. We heard him coming up the stairs yelling “Mary, it’s O’Toule” – we ran for cover in the pantry closet. Of course he had to have his Italian coffee, so we were stuck there for a good half hour in hiding. Aunt Mary never told on us! My father’s nickname of O’Toole was given to him by his father.”
Dolly (Cambino/Alfonso): “I remember my Aunt Antoinette doing the “eyes” on me several times. Whenever I had a severe headache, she’d do it… and it always seemed to work! She’d take a soup dish, pour water in and place it on top of my head, as she said prayers while rotating the dish; turning it one way and then the other – kind of like spinning it on your head. Then she’d drop oil into it from her fingers. If the oil spread out, it meant you had the eyes. She then flushed it down the toilet and kept doing it until the oil didn’t spread anymore. That meant the eyes were removed… and my headache always went away after that; you can only learn this from someone on Christmas Eve at midnight. There are many different ways, but this was her way. The Italian name is Maluocchio.” (If someone put the “Maluocchio” on you, a spell was put on you – that’s what gave you the eyes… and the headache!)
“People often leave behind property or money for their descendants, but a package of memories of a person’s life is what usually doesn’t get passed along. The more precious commodities of all – people’s own recollections of their worlds seldom get preserved.”
…Bob Greene – “To Our Children’s Children”
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