Stories Served Served Around The Table
Around The Table
My school career began back in the autumn of 1963. The First Day of Kindergarten was going to be the first time I would leave the security of my home and family all by myself. I do not remember being anxious. Throughout the summer my parents, aunts, uncles and grandmother exclaimed that I was the… Continue reading First Day of Kindergarten
Many Italian-American families, like mine, christened first born sons the paternal grandfather's name. Second born sons were given the maternal grandfather's name, and the third sons wore their father's name. Daughters' names similarly honored the matriarchal line. Families were littered with Vitos, Paulos, Marias, and Christinas. It was a mystery, then, that my dad's father,… Continue reading Sweet William
My parents recently marked their 60th anniversary. My sisters and I arranged and coordinated a Beach Week at Davis Park, Fire Island--a Destination Celebration close to home. Three houses were rented and filled to capacity with our families. A Big Day Celebration was set on July 3rd. Nieces, nephews, cousins, and siblings joined us to… Continue reading Diamond Magic
“Googootz `e solo un googootz,” lamented my Grandma regarding plain zucchini. She was an excellent cook. She was especially skilled in preparing any vegetable into a culinary masterpiece, no matter how vile a memory the name may evoke. Grandma’s Broccoli Rabe, Swiss Chard, Artichoke, Eggplant, and the like deserved a leading title. I agreed with… Continue reading Zucchini Laments
This story was first published in http://www.storiesserved.com on July 22, 2016 There were always boats in my life. Dad always had a floatable hull sitting atop concrete blocks on the lawn. He spent countless hours sanding peeling paint and varnishing brightwork. There were always a seized manifold or coughing carburetors dissected on a table. He… Continue reading A Boat Story
Stories Served Served Around The Table 