Saturday, December 18, 2010

Edinburgh Playhouse Best Seats?

The Supper of the Bulgarian


Dinner of the Bulgarian

We who are more sympathetic Minstrels
beautiful
us that we have a big heart and we love all the ladies

us with gray hair
symptom of who have been in Pigio
us who are always jovial

strolling the avenues that we now have children that we hope we look like

us who see them even if they do not know sublime
INValSI
us that they are all
and difendiam them bad
us who love volleyball
solo sport that is not us who have
Velocipitta
'that the road is always straight
We hate that we do Ius Arezzo

We long ago that we even toyed
few facts and a lot of mouth

We who have dinner together because we grow this seed
once tough and hard
you do
Happy Birthday Happy Holidays & Merry Christmas
or Champagne, Caviar
but neither a pizza company
which is the most beautiful thing there is.


Uguccione de 'Fiaschi, December 18, 2010

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wildthornberries Wildlife Rescue Game

Up the Alley: Third and final part

boarders to grandmother.

John the Hungarian.
He always wore a black leather cap, often unshaven and not very clean. Always had a cigarette in his hand. And he was friendly, though in a somewhat 'rude.
Leo German
He even spoke English very well. He was young, maybe early thirties. He had brown hair and was very nice. He smiled a lot. Ralph
German
I think that he and Leo were friends. It was the most beautiful of the band, tall, blond curls. He even spoke English.
Once Uncle Vincent was about to kill him. Ralph and Leo came home late and uncle Vincent was sleeping on the couch. To make it a joke made him take a scare, then my uncle jumped up and wanted to strangle Ralph. Grandma heard the moans of Ralph had to intervene to separate them. Uncle Vincent was better not let him take the scare!
Candy Factory Joe.
He always wore trousers and white shirts. It was the only one who spoke English, but spoke so fast and then was not so much the head, that you could not tell anyway.
Magooch
my absolute favorite. A plump little Italian who spoke no English. There you see any pattern in this? I think it was a prerequisite to live there. He wore trousers
blacks with suspenders over a white suit boots and blacks. And finally a black hat. It 's still in my heart!
worked for the municipality. Then one day he fell ill, I think of tuberculosis. The town refused to take care of him. They left him penniless. Grandma could not stand it. So he took a trams and went down to the office of Mayor, Tommy Delasandro. Heading straight for the lens without anything filarsi the secretary. Made him a nice scolding on the treatment that the municipality was reserving Magooch. Then the mayor got up the phone and before Grandma came home, Magooch had his disability pension. Good job Grandma!
(Baltimore Mayor Thomas LJD'Alesandro Democratic 1947-1959)

Grandma's Kitchen

When Grandma did not play cards, cook the most delicious, wonderful Italian food I've ever tasted. I already talked about the smells coming from the pantry, but in reality, the whole house smelled of Italian food to Granny. Every holiday we would gather all his house. We could smell the turkey stuffed with garlic and rosemary, roast pork, pasta with meatballs and if we were lucky, gnocchi, our favorite. At Easter there was a special surprise. A huge cake with anisette with wet above the eggs. At these parties there was a far cry from those tough times. At that time Grandma pour the polenta on the table. Under the polenta was hiding a quarter. The boys had to take the spoons and eat polenta directly from the table, hoping to be the first to find 25 cents. That was their party.

My father told us the story of how did they catch the birds for dinner. The boys brought the network down in the courtyard of the bed and create a circle of earth shoveling snow. Throw him into the circle of small pieces of bread and then tied the net on one side with a rope and the other leaning on a stick. Then went up the stairs and went to the window and wait. When there were 40 or 50 birds to eat the bread, then pulling rope making them fall into the trap. Then the birds were placed in a tub to wash and then one by one ended their suffering.
After putting them in hot water, clean the pens and torn, Grandma put them in the sauce or fry them. All the pasta was obviously homemade. Believe me, she taught all her children how to make pasta. My father Sam in turn taught my brother John and my husband Cal. All the other recipes you can not replicate because when Grandma asked how it was done a certain thing she replied, "we put a little 'of this, a bit' of that and stir it all together."
When I married my husband whose family is of Dutch origin, my mother-in-law I asked what was the traditional dish of our family. And I explained that during the holidays we went to my grandmother's house where there was always turkey, spaghetti, meatballs, roast pork, etc.. Not even a month later my sister told me that my mother-in-law had been fascinated by the food of our family. I could not understand why. Then I said, "but when did you stuff the turkey with spaghetti?".
I have reserved the best for the final.

The six small wild
Hearing all the stories of how they grew up, the problems that have had is a miracle that Grandma was still sane.
Samuel, the oldest and most pestiferous. He fought
in World War II in Italy, and was wounded in the leg. It should be a sad thing, but for me it was just a life change. I had to be about to be born when he was repatriated. My mother had in mind to call Bermuda! Fortunately, when dad came would not hear me and put the name Sandra. It would have been much worse! Dad became a car mechanic and then went to work for the Pennsylvania Railroad Co., just like his father. Uncle Tony

He also served in the war, but I do not know where. After that he began his work as a plumber. Uncle Vince

I think it was in the Navy during the war. He worked for the state social security. Uncle Marion

I do not think he did the war. He had a gas station and bred racehorses. Later he went to work with Uncle Joe to the factory of refrigerators.

Uncle Joe has gone to war in Korea. Then he worked at the factory management in the coolers.

Uncle Junie was in the Navy and then in aviation during the war in Viet Nam. It was the first one we lost. He was so young!
There is still much work to do in putting together all the stories associated with these six children. I'll tell you when I know something more about their habits. A
history.
All the guys had nicknames. I really do not know them by their first names. At 18 I had my first date with my future husband, Cal. He came from a prominent Ohio family. It had an education very different from mine. He lived in Cleveland and came to Baltimore once a month for work. The day of our meeting was un'infarto Grandma and she was admitted to the hospital. There was no alternative, I could not go without an appointment to see her go. When we entered all his uncles were already sitting next to Grandma. I had a difficult time. I knew that if I had presented them with their real names, I would be teased out of the hospital soon. There was no way out, it was my only chance to impress.
I took a deep breath and began to browse. That is Dago
my uncle, Uncle Junnie, Uncle Mutt, even known as Bedd uncle, Uncle Blackie also known as Goat uncle, uncle and Vink. My father was there and saved me from uttering the nickname, saying "Fag Uncle !!...." just like the brand of cigarettes.
When Grandma returned from the hospital I was lucky enough to find time to go for help when I could.
One day I wanted to wash and brush your hair. As each head of loose braids I saw all the weird and wonderful pieces of her life in her hair braided. She used to take them with a tight braid collection into a ring above his head, no hair could block escape. He checked his hair the same way as how to control his life. By tweezers close to everything and everyone. Are you wild and hungry children without a father to help her get along, and everything on his shoulders. There were moments in which faltered under the strain, but never collapsed. As they were untying the braid releasing leaders began gently brushing her hair.
Whenever I had a heart attack I was praying that he could leave his life lived in extreme conditions and could finally get the rest that was immensely deserved.
END
(Grandmother Irene in a house in New Jersey)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Burton Cartel Welcher Boot?

infinite




And now it's even colder in the winter,

seeing is something the government fell,

hope gives way to despair ,

know that 'the nano is not dead yet,

helplessly to a farce,

the seriousness of parliament is low

you buy are made from Berlusca,

semo us so that it busca,

you want to protest and demonstrations,

also be lead by the Polizei,

chant slogans and waving flags,

thinking that this will prevail,

that can shake the soul withered,

the politician who has no party,

think that depending on the money ,

and the plunge is not uncommon, which results in

tv show indecent

coming to the hands like an idiot,

throwing darts against the President,

you go the worse does not give a damn,

s'ingrassi important that the bill,

the face of those who voted .... a dumb ...

but this is what we deserve,

dead leaves hanging from a branch,

unable to rely in that strange,

the rule of the sovereign people ...........!!



Uguccione de 'Fiaschi, December 14, 2010

Prices Of Betsey Johnson Diaper Bags

Reflections




when illness affects a family
is only normal that discomfort is the matter
when evil strikes those who you love
anger rises throat, bitter as gall
a friend, relative, acquaintance
with whom you worked, or are not sorted anything
leaves us in time of a breath
do not even realize whether it is true, only
remain dazed, incredulous
, thrilled and beaten,
repressed by fate, by destiny,
crushed by the weight of a future mean,
helpless in the face of another defeat,
even more poignant, even more painful,
once again know that way is not straight, you know
you are nothing, just one thing,
and overnight, everything you had,
slipped from my hands, like a plate fell,
you can pick up the pieces and put them back together,
waiting for new flower blossom from seed,
can pretend nothing happened, displaying determination,
insult people, giving them caress
Or else feeling sorry for himself, in desperation,
humiliating yourself as a lost hobo, reduced to that
existence of extreme failure,
balance keeps his paddle surfing Life ............
Today I lost someone who is repeating the scene, and
Church are one, one of many people, which led
himself, tough and irreverent,
sheep of chalk, a Living Nativity,
to feel the bite Joint Pain, and make it immune to exorcise
,
deluding myself that is enough,
by the darkness away from me,
and to pay homage to the departed,
who faced life with courage,
who fought resisting evil,
tenendogli head until the last minute ..........
We are faced with the enormity of the void
pedestrians chess board on barren
that without Love, Friendship, Forgiveness,
were pedestrians are .............. and pedestrians are even.


Uguccione de 'Fiaschi, December 13, 2010

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Why Is Puppy Poop Black

Giancarmine Gasparroni


The first time I met Giancarmine, or at least the first time I remember, was when I worked occasionally in a company of Teramo, he was the supplier of that company and I was by my sister Franca. Now I said "You know that we are related? My grandmother and your grandmother were sisters. " The relationship of Creve is so extensive that it is likely that some relatives will escape. In fact, this meeting served not only to know the American relatives but also to recognize among us! I remembered instead of the regular visits of his mother Nicolina a grandmother who went to Argentina to find her aunt with the 'inevitable' sport 'or a plastic bag which contained sugar, coffee, fruit, biscuits and, in severe cases, meat, ie in cases whose grandmother had been very ill. The thing that immediately strikes Giancarmine is his exuberance combined with flair and sympathy. His language is a kaleidoscope of words, ancient and modern Latin quotations are interspersed with English phrases, Italian dialect elevated in Abruzzo! But do not be fooled by play, speaking in fact show his acumen, his fine intelligence. He belongs to the self-made man, to men who have built their own fortune. Firmly tied to family roots, has not snubbed the Reunion, in fact it was one of the biggest fans and supporters. He has participated with the whole family, wishing that his sons might experience. Then that day was undoubtedly the first class! Had printed excerpts of the blog is names and dates. The meeting was also attended by prof. Giuliano Rasicci, eminent scholar of the history of Tortoreto (but not only). Prof. Rasicci has promised us a genealogy research on the family. So that day I wanted to know some details. The problem was that I was so stunned by this that if a family bathroom m'avesse asked me my name I would have had serious trouble remembering! Luckily there was Giancarmine-trained on everything that the professor has provided all the required data. For common gifts Giancarmine wanted to add his personal IMPERIA a machine to make pasta, along with sweets and other dishes of Abruzzo. So who is going through a difficult period of his life but it certainly will exceed the determination of a lion that is proper. Thanks Giancarmine and good luck to you.


Giancarmine Gasparroni with his family and his cousin Leo Rosati


Giancarmine with the Americans


right: prof. Giuliano Rasicci and director Mauro John Capece

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Light Gray Shirt With Dark

Up the alley: Part Two ... more photos

My Grandmother's name was Irene Pilli and was born in 1900 in Italy. He came through Ellis Island on this coast in 1921. Was 22 years old in 1922 when she married Umberto D'Angelo. He settled in this new land for a new life together with Umberto. My grandfather worked for the Pennsylvania Railroad Co.. And finally they had 5 small children wild. Beginning with Samuel, Tony, Vince, Marion and ending with Joseph. Unfortunately, Umberto died in 1932 due to encephalitis. It 's a tragedy to lose a husband you love, but it is a disaster even worse to be left alone to grow five hungry children, especially during the Depression. Depression in America lasted from 1929 to the early '40s. The eldest son, Samuel, was 9 years old, the last, Joseph, just 8 or 9 months. What to do?
I'm not sure the order of events, but I think it was after the death of Umberto that Grandma converted the front room of the house, which was in her room, in a "speak easy "(Translator's note So they were called the places where liquor was served during Prohibition). This was during Prohibition, which began in 1920 and ended in 1933. The room is available each day Arrow whiskey and beer from 7 am to 10 or 11 at night. It was rather a neighborhood bar, where Grandma was a maid and was known as "Miss Irene." (Translator's note The "Miss Irene" was also a famous bar in Fells Point in Baltimore)
(The name of Miss Irene in Fells Point, which closed its doors in 2010)

One of the most loyal customers was Tiddy Plater. It was still there when I was a ' teenager, and I remember it well, though not without a hint of embarrassment. I was going to school when suddenly I tripped and fell to the ground, right in front of a trams full of boys of the Saint Joe. I remember him laughing dangling from the window for my lame lack of grace. To make matters worse then here comes Tiddy Plater, already shaky and uncertain with his drink in the morning the body, which would help me to stand up to me! He was not able to do with her ...
Another major client was the Sergeant of Police Beidefelt. I remember driving a Ford 1931. He understood, I believe, that even though Grandma was doing something against the law, he did it to keep his family together. So when he I know the police have raided his premises, told him. This enabled the students to quickly dig a hole to bury under the hen house spirits. Thanks to Sergeant Beidefelt, Grandmother never suffers the humiliation of prison.
Another poppy, I mean a customer was Dave Wright. He became famous for its stands of the ice. For 5 cents you could indulge in flavors such as Blue Boy, Watermelon, and Joe Palooka Bloody Orange that soaked the pan filled with crushed ice. I I used to work hard to earn 5 cents a day so that I could have one of my (and still am!) Favorite summer delicacies.
Crabby was another unique character. I do not know why call him "Crabby". It may be that it was for his character, or they have something to do with shellfish (Translator's note "Crabby" means grumpy, but "Crab" means crab, which is also a specialty in Baltimore) ...
All were welcome with the exception of one man. Vernon Chambers, he was expelled for life. He was a giant of a man and was always drunk. I remember when I had to keep up the great spotted him staggering up the hill, because if I approached too much and had lost his balance and degrade the ground, I certainly would kill her. Though, I believe, was the father or the grandfather of "Spooky," which was a big boy. Not many years ago, my cousin was adjusting a lift in a state prison when he heard someone call "Norman." He turned shyly to look at who he was and it was spooky, and waving it away. But he was not working at the prison, he was a guest of the state. A great dear boy anyway.
Women were welcome in the bar as well as men. Some of them attended. There were Hattie Green, Mattie Green (no, they were twins) to Snooki Banks. I feel so lucky to remember all these wonderful people, I suppose it means that they are really old, or that they all lived one hundred years and more.
I'm sure that his live across, Maggie and Tootsie were regulars. Or at least Tootsie. Maggie she used to run after him with a broom every time he was exaggerating with the libations at the bar of Grandma.
In the bar there was only a counter, which was as long as the room, but there were tables, chairs and a spittoon.

A guy named Joe Mundane brought the liquor in 5-gallon tin cans. He knocked at the back door to tell it was coming. The beer arrived in wooden casks (barrels future for wine?) That were rolled through the cellar window. It had an iron grate to allow the discharge of the beverage. No child was ever admitted to the bar, not even his little wild. Grandma had to leave the bar each time preparing their food. In 1935, year year younger, he closed the bar and converted it into a grocery store. I do not know what that activity lasted, but eventually came to be his bedroom. Some time after the death of Umberto Grandma remarried such Dominick Mascetti from Chicago (Chicago NdT but what was the de Monzambolo Trond!). They had another son, Dominick Jr., our beloved Uncle Junie. Dominick (father) lived until 1943, when he died because of an accident with trams and left my grandmother to six children grow.
I'm not sure it was just at the time that Grandma began to take on boarders in the house to help pay the costs. Eventually he found a job at a candy factory. Precise This brings no advantage to soft teeth of all his grandchildren, because I do not remember ever brought home some of those fabulous chocolate candies. Sure, maybe once or twice, but not as much as you might expect.
Having more people in the house was not really ideal because there was only one bathroom. The house was already crowded at that time. His six children were now older and married after they had lived with Grandma a while before finding a home on their own.
The bedroom was on the back of Grandma on the first floor. It was entered right into the kitchen. I loved the kitchen with its red tiles and blue. He had white wall cabinets. There was a special that contained all the goodness of the kitchen. The sugar bowl! When we were old enough, my brother John and I were allowed to open that. The smell that emanated was all Italian. I can still hear him. We could take a piece of white bread smeared with butter and then sprinkle with sugar on top. That was our specialty, bread and sugar. The kitchen leads directly through the stairs to the room where they could reach the bathroom and other bedrooms. One side of the room was the room of John, a boarder. The door to the cellar was accessed in that room. The only thing that separated the hall from the room John was a curtain. In the room next to the bathroom there was room Magooch, another boarder. In the big room at the top of the stairs the boys lived. There was a trap door in the room that led to the attic. Sam used to hide there to scare his brothers. That was the same room where Uncle Junie, who never wanted to go to school, was awakened by the brothers with a bucket of water. As for the bathroom instead, it had a small roof outside the window, Sam judged perfect to hide a sheet, and wait patiently for an unsuspecting brother came to do something. We always pecking at the poor uncle Marion stumbling on his trousers was screaming down the entrance. Brothers, or should I say, brother.


The daughters Grandmother
Sooner or later all the wives of his sons had to have something to do with her ... The Boss. She treated them all equally. That is wrong. She did not like or approve of anything about them. I'm sure it made their life hell. It is not a little surprised when he discovered that Sam's wife, Mary (my mother) was not afraid of you, indeed, was willing to play cards with her.
One thing you need to know about is that my grandmother loved to play cards. Penny Ante (NdT Game similar to poker where the maximum bet is limited to a penny or other predetermined amount) and poker. They were his passion along with Bingo at the 14 Holy Martyrs (Translator's note equalized a Catholic school).
(The Holy 14 Martyrs of Baltimore, inside there were large rooms for recreational activities of believers)

She used to take me from time to time. I remember when he attended Queen for a Day (Translator's note was a format in which competitors were telling their story publicly. What more could move the audience, gaining the applause, was given a crown and a list of awards, from sponsors, according to the wishes expressed by the competitor. It was a program criticized as too humiliating for those who needed you to participate).

won a crown and a bunch of other stuff. Once Uncle Marion was able to buy a car, it became his job to accompany her to play bingo. Another passion was watching wrestling on TV. I remember even pulling a shoe at the TV when Antinina rock was crushed to the ground.
The cast of characters who were playing poker with her will be legendary. The matches are always played in the evening and I volunteered to accompany my mother to grandmother's house. To get there we had to pass along the avenue. The game was played on the white table in the kitchen of Grandma. I always sat next to Grandma when I was there. Though not always the safest place to sit. A Grandma did not like losing money! Perhaps he could have some uncertainty with the English language, but never with dollars and cents. You could not fool even a penny and it was better not try. When you lose a hand with the cards he got angry and threw down calling, "bunch of m ...." And then flung to the ground. I would not pay a penny for Starla closer.


The cast
John.
came from Hungary (or anywhere else there). He was a freedom fighter, and unfortunately, he committed suicide by gas. He always wore a black leather cap and was as thin as a toothpick. You do not wash much. Yet he was boarder from Grandma. I do not know how it was. I do not know where Grandma found these people. He spoke with difficulty a bit ' English, but was able to count cards and money. Paul
Vanilla.
Paul was "The Iceman". It was the Italian who delivered the ice into large blocks. He also had a herd of rabbits. Was slower than molasses when he was to read the papers or his own. The words "For God's sake Paul, it's up to you, by the cards!" Echoed in the night. Still could be heard when I got home and Mom through the lane late at night.
is another who could not speak English.
Rosie Peel
That's actually called Rosie Pilli and was married to my grandmother's brother, Dominick. Rosie and Dominick lived just around the corner of the house of Grandma. He arrived first in this country. There was something that happened between them that caused a break in relations to the rest of their lives. You do not speak again. A real tragedy. Although Dominick did always have the eggs.
Rosie was a 'get used to the game. Grandma spent all the game time staring at her like a hawk so that he could not steal a penny nor hide a card. His English was probably the best of the bunch, after my mother's.
When someone wanted to say something that felt they did not want, then spoke in Italian, turning occasionally to make sure I did not understand me. But I understand, maybe not the exact meaning, but also understand that I was witnessing something special, a cast of characters who fall into the trap of a game whose purpose was to play to win some money, but the ultimate aim of each was not to lose even one.
When the game ended, Grandma did not let us never go home alone in the dark. Always sent John to join us. And I do not know if John would make me more afraid or the dark along the avenue.
(continued. ..)
(A truck Beer Arrow, which was produced just in Baltimore)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Smoke Alarm Beeping Every Minute




The commemorative ceramic plate, hand painted by an artist of Castles


Sandy shows it to relatives


Group photo of the cousins \u200b\u200bD'Angelo


Young



The group of Americans (there is a small infiltrate!)


The room crowded

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Homemade Atv Trailer Templates

Last Winter is gone ....


My cat was sick, right now he's gone,

in a secluded place, where it is cared for and loved,

and thank the person who has agreed to keep it,

with a good soul, and you can still see it,

will be in good company, along with many animals,

better 'n the middle of the street, a challenge cold arrows,

other cats, dogs and chickens, canaries and parrots,

I would not kill him, the person wants salvalli.

Hello fellow adventure, the beginning will be tough,

but do not be afraid, you're in a safe house, where

will take care of you, you will not make life a dark,

I'll think about it every day, not seeing you around more, but

not cry for this, 'that I will see you soon,

cherish no resentment, I did too Love,

pain of separation, but never too hasty, I hope you

feel comfortable, you will alleviate the pain,

it gives you new friends, when I come ........ then tell me.


Uguccione de'Fiaschi, 4 December 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

How To Insert Blaupunkt Car 300

Zio Tonino


Piccioni Uncle Tonino is the son of Victoria (Vevina). Anagrafe called Attanasio but we all call him Uncle Tuni. Throughout his life he worked hard in the fields, cultivating the land of Mr. Rich, who have now been torn or blown away by the best trade shows. Then when I met him at the Antique Market Ascoli and there was revealed a treasure chest. He was behind a stand of old books. I discovered his great passion for collecting books, newspapers, old magazines, postcards, coins, anything that had a bearing on the history and local history in particular. Passion that he developed by himself because he has had the privilege of receiving a long instruction. Passion that he instilled in his son Marco. Uncle Tunisia is a gentle and generous man. Every time I went to her house have never left empty-handed. Once he gave me two beautiful medieval coins that I showed it with pride to an archaeologist friend of ours, then an old bottle of gas to those with glass ball inside, then books to no end, the towers barbarian on Tortoreto station on old magazines. E 'was to find him in one of these books the preference votes of his grandfather Sabatino D'Angelo in 1914 when he was elected alderman. Sometimes he went to my father with some new findings "Tuni me purtat study giurnal" like the time he gave us an old newspaper which was published on the name of grandfather Emidio, award-winning production of cereals. In one of my visits I remember I wanted to hear his version of the theft of the Creve but Aunt 'Vellum anticipates always telling her version of Vevina. He had a burst of anger at the fact that his wife would not let him talk, but when I telephoned him to ask for information on his mother put me on hold and asked his aunt! The day I knew that we had ordered plates of castles to give to relatives of Americans wanted to add his own pocket books on ceramics of Castelli. He enthusiastically joined the meeting involving his children and his grandchildren. On the morning of the meeting before we even arrived! And we have not thanked. I want to do it now: thank you uncle for everything.


left Tonino uncle, aunt and their son Mimmo Vellum


Mimmo from left, his wife, Loren, Laura, Marco, Giorgia, Giammarco & girlfriend


left Lorella , Giammarco, Marco Piccioni, Giammarco and Giorgia's girlfriend (in the background the manufacturer of the bottle!)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Supplemental Maternity Leave Insurance Aflac

... COMING HOME


Cheers! Cheers!


My father and uncle Charles Sabatino meet American relatives


My son Leonardo in the head with his gift!


Civitella A Pilli, with Antonio and his daughter Sheila (excellent interpreter)

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Men Crusing Public Toilets

still photo of Sandy Sutphin DiAngelo



AN IRON CROSS POINTING THE WAY
HAND MADE BY A GREAT GRANDFATHERS'OWN
IT WAS TIME FOR THE HISTORY TO BE COMPLETED THE
SEARCH WAS STARTED BY HIS YOUNGEST CHILD
WHO PUT HER FAITH IN HER GRANDAUGHTERS
WE WERE FINALLY FOUND THROUGH YEARS OF PERSEVERANCE,
TECHNOLOGY, AND PURE LUCK
WE FELT THE MISSING PIECES IN OUR LIFE,
BUT KNEW NOT WHERE TO BEGIN
THAT CROSS REACHED ALL THE WAY FROM TORTORETO TO AMERICA
AND BROUGHT US HOME
FINALLY WE ADDED OUR OWN STEPS TO THOSE OF OUR FOREFATHERS
AFTER THREE GENERATIONS WE FOUND OUR ROOTS IN THE VINYARDS,
THE OLIVE GROVES, THE SEA, THE SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS
WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE TOLD WE WERE CONNECTED TO THIS LAND
WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE TOLD YOU WERE OUR FAMILY
WE ARE OF THE SAME BLOOD OUR HEARTS KNEW
YOU FOUND US AND BROUGHT US HOME
WE ARE BLESSED



way home

An iron cross planted by the great-grandfather's hands pointing the way, it was time that the story might be fulfilled. The youngest of her daughters imagined placing it with a real faith in his grandchildren. After years of perseverance, computer scientists and pure luck we finally arrived, we felt that our lives were missing pieces but we did not know where to look. That cross has traveled all the way from Tortoreto America and brought us back home. We've added our steps to those of our ancestors in those vineyards, olive groves in those, in that sea, snow in the mountains, after three generations have found our roots. There was no need to tell us that we belonged to that land, there was no need to tell us that you were our family. Our hearts they knew it, we are made of the same blood. We have found and we've brought home and now we feel at peace.


Monday, November 29, 2010

Give Message To My Friend About Born Of Baby

Up the Alley: Part

DiAngelo Sandra Sutphin is the eldest daughter of Umberto's eldest son, that Sam. For this reason it is aware of many incidents and anecdotes relating to his family and where he wanted us to share personal delivery, on the occasion of his visit to Italy, the writings that follow. They deal with his grandmother Irene, and are written in a beautiful literary style she probably acquired the long hard road to recovery as a consequence of inner family bereavement, the death of her daughter Mia, a volunteer nurse in an orphanage in Kenya (for those who want to know more http://www.miasutphinmf.org / ). Sandra was able to emerge from the vortex of depression that had fallen, and now says he feels a better person, and there must be some truth in what he says, because we have experienced some good days together to the point that when you gone I miss it. We have tried to accomplish in the best way the task given to us, abide faithfully to the extent possible, the text in English, that those who want can apply directly to the author. We apologize for the mistakes now that we are not aware because too little experience of English. But then we were not even experts in genealogical research ...


Along the avenue

Sandra Sutphin DiAngelo


If I could define my childhood memories, it would go up to the avenue that led to Grandma's house.

I stood in silence, absorbed in thought, staring at the coffin which contained a small piece of me. Rosie Pilli (Translator's note to his brother's wife Irene Pilli) today has left us, taking away with him that last fragile link to an era that will never see more ...

I remember pouring over me like the rain that fell upon me, and I m'inzuppavo them.

I decided that I should go see the grave of my grandmother. I tried the place where the left is now more than thirty years ago, well protected and set in the midst of his two beloved husbands, who left her alone, to grow six hungry children. Until it was quiet.

I can not find the exact location. Step minutes seem like hours to turn around. And while I was there, with the rain that washed away my tears, I realized that I should not ever seek his grave, or dream up to that avenue to see it once again. I I knew where it was.

She is in my blood, my breath and in my heart forever.

My Grandmother lived at number 322 of Ellamond South Street in Baltimore City. His house was great. Originally it was a deep blue until it was covered with a light green lichen. It was located across the street on a sand bank that led down to the railroad tracks. The house was constructed like a telescope. It was long and deep as it was one room, and each room you get to the next. Four doors leading inside. The front door was never used as far as I know it will go directly to the bedroom of his grandmother. Not even the back door it was never as it gained access to the bedroom that was used by some of the many boarders. The only door was that it was allowed to enter on the side. It led directly into the kitchen. The kitchen is the most important room of all. It was there that my grandmother held court and ruled with an iron fist.

The house had a porch on the front on which we could hardly sit, except for our children. We could take refuge there to escape the eagle eye of adults. I remember that I sat there and Kathy, Jeanette, John, Vince and Tony. All dressed up, very uncomfortably, in brand new clothes for Easter. I never understood why, when it was Easter, we had to be all dressed up, from head to toe, with garments or Epsteins Goldbergs. Patent leather shoes, nylon stockings fell on thin legs like sticks, belts on growth in tight skirts and cropped jackets. White cotton gloves that takes your breath away with his hands and then the hats that they put in a quandary because they did not want to be anywhere on our heads. Perhaps because of the thousands of curls tucked inside. I can still remember that to stay away from the smell of homemade lotion for the hair, the hat was a "necessary step" for Easter. I'm sure the kids were uncomfortable, but at least had to endure the humiliation of having a million locks bombs wrapped tightly over their heads.

A sidewalk runs along the side of the house. There was a gate that led to the walk. To the left of the house and the sidewalk was on the right was a large paddock with a chain containing a garden. Along one side of the walled garden was a perfect line of peach trees. Not put there by the great hand of God, but from the hands of all of us throwing the stones over the fence. They put their roots, and we had the most delicious peaches and a line of trees that could be more perfect, thanks to our good shot.

Beyond the peach trees there was the garden, planted, hoed and won by Sam and anyone else he could enslave them with a pitchfork. I never knew what we did with thousands of tomatoes and beans extorted the land under the threat of Sam Sharp (Translator's note in the text "shear fear" is a play on words, "sheer fear" means "pure fear" and "shear" means to cut off). I think some end up in my grandmother's sauce. But I suspect that quite a few 'end up in the face of the victim who had the misfortune to fall into an ambush of Sam.

On the back of the garden was a huge pear tree that seemed to claim my life every time an uncle decided they needed a pear. Since I was tiny and weighed almost nothing, I could easily be raised on that mountain of trees, a thousand feet high. If memory serves me right, I'm sure they fall from the tree every time I hoisted it above.

Now we come to the fig trees. I wanted to climb it successfully and I would not be down until I had eaten every luscious fig burned by the sun of the plant. There was also a plum tree, but the only memory that I have is a pile of fermenting plums scattered on the ground. The grandmother also had a chicken coop that was full of chickens. It was located behind the house on the left of the garden. The chickens were treated as special guests. They could learn to be their own dinner? When you did not see my grandmother was going to take time, which meant that they would pull the neck (which is why he did not have never ask me twice to come to dinner).

front of the hen house (just miss a word about the dinner for the chickens to fly out of the hen house) Teddy lived in his bed. It was a big yellow dog that looked like a teddy bear. Cunning like a fox and as gentle as a breeze. My grandmother let him go to visit those who want him because he always knew when it was time to go home. The same thing could never teach it to his six children wild.

was so smart that he could go down the hill to the Frederick Avenue, the main street, which was heavily traveled by cars, horses, carriages and trams. A nightmare from the hustle and bustle throughout the day.

(A glimpse of Frederick Avenue today)

Teddy could sit on one side of the road to watch and wait, again in both directions, until it finds a breach that chaos. Then it would have been able to go back and forth across the street. He had no purpose in doing this, except to show that it was capable of. I do not like to think that someone was willing to bet on him if he had smashed in one of its crossings. If there really scommisero above, certainly did not win ever. Teddy knew he had a gift that no other dog had, and I think that made him a little 'arrogant.

One day, after the usual performances made for his fans, must have seemed too much to bear for someone with less of the other dogs. That was when Teddy took a bite. A two-bite size pieces. Teddy confirmed his reputation as a "dog leg". Moves up the hill, leaving a trail of blood and matter that flowed from him. I hoped that nothing that his special gift was lost along the hill. Teddy did not want to deflate and die, but I did not want him to lose his special gift and that he might live. He could not bear not to be the dog that was smart. But this was not what happened.

Grandma realized quickly when I heard screaming. I was not quiet. She assessed the situation for a second and then lifted quell'orsacchiotto dog to his chest, not caring that was still pouring out his blood or perhaps even that special gift for her. Brought him into his private domain, the kitchen and gently over some towels and began to look after him.

I did not know how he was going to do to get all the blood and the substance inside of him and tenercela, because a piece of him was lost. I did not know where he was and I did not like the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to control the mouth of that mutt quarrelsome. I tried to think what he could do as a buffer. I thought to take the sink plug, but it was too small, so I thought I'd ask my grandmother if she had a couple, but I did not like the expression on her face painted. He could not believe I want to dab the wounds of Teddy in that way. While I puzzled my grandmother went into the bedroom and returned with a needle and a spool of black thread. I I was frightened because she did not tell me that I had starmene quiet as she thought. And I was afraid he was going to cucirmi her mouth to better reflect on how to help Teddy.

While I was going to hide under the sink, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me back for a job within the reach of my hand. And thanks to God was the only thing he wanted. My hand to hold so Teddy that it would use a needle and thread and sew the missing piece.

Teddy did so much noise. It was too good a dog, but Grandma made it a lot. There were tears on his face while he kept repeating "I'm so sorry Teddy, come back to feel good, you back your special gift, I promise." She knew why she was crying, but no Teddy and believed.

After much weeping and assicuratasi that Teddy would not lose anything, I moved into a more welcoming place beside the stove. Then he emptied all the coffee in a large pot and added milk and sugar and then a beautiful piece of Italian bread ... I had hoped to eat. Mix all together and set it on fire to heat and then poured into a large bowl right next to the Teddy's head. I was just about to ask if I could have a bit ', but after a quick look at the needle and thread that is still in his hand, I thought, better not. Better go to bed hungry than to have their lips sewn together.

The most important part of the courtyard was the grapevine that he was between the house and garden. It hung above the sidewalk full of grapes. Not any of the clusters, but clusters of large, pink, posing as juicy as they were, and that Grandma used to make his special wine. I never understood why they did not gave a wine grapes rose pink, but they made a white wine (NdT Sandy, call me I'll explain that!). Maybe forgot to put something. For sure it was scary and exciting making wine. We had to bring the grapes in the cellar and put it inside a large black barrel that was aligned against the darkest and most frightening of the cellar. There were also the huge bunches of green bananas hanging from the ceiling. It seemed that there was enough light down there, and when there was just shaking off leaving me in complete darkness. I used to jump the stairs four steps at a time because I knew that the big hand would be inserted between the steps and he grabbed my legs.
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(Grandmother Irene and her son Vincent in front of the house Ellamond Street)

Monday, November 15, 2010

03.02.2011 - 22.01.2012

Yes, I was there!

The cake

The wine from Lattanzi's winery

Cousins D'Angelo & DiAngelo

Last generation

Franca's introduction

Sandy's speech

Delivery of gifts

The gift from Castelli


Daphne, a famous singer from Greece

Alison, a famous singer from England

Roberta and Leonardo



Daniela, Pasquale and Livia (guests most welcome)

and Elodia Rosina

Leo: a moment of animation

Franca and Maria, Oh I have not seen you for ages!

Alfredo Felix and his wife Lorraine and

DiAngelo Family and Anthony Pilli

Carlo

Evelina Attanasio &

The girls Sutphin

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