The party was a true sensory overload. Sixty East Coast Italians in a medium size room with music, food and reunions, conversing in thick accents, with long "A"-s and not a "TH" to be heard. Loud and joyous! As I looked around the room trying to take in all the hustle and bustle, I realized what a wealth of character was filling the room. From my cousin's, daughter's, 2 year old toddler, with his curly light brown hair, to the eighty year old neighbor lady who has known my aunt her whole life because she has lived in the same house her whole life. There were four generations represented in that room. The love and affection for everyone in the room, and the honest emotions and rememberances expressed for those of the oldest generation, who were no longer with us, ( Including my father who passed away this last summer) was powerful and moving and inspirational.
A Rookie's Point Of View
Monday, January 31, 2011
Time Out
I am taking time out from the self publishing story today because I want to talk about my trip last weekend. Sherri and I drove (well I drove, Sherri passengered) up to New Jersey on Friday in the snow (not pleasant) and stayed with my cousin Joan and her family. On Saturday we all went in to Brooklyn to an Italian restaurant to celebrate my Aunt Gloria's 80th Birthday. It was a wonderful party and it was fantastic to re connect with all of my cousins, their children and other family members.
The party was a true sensory overload. Sixty East Coast Italians in a medium size room with music, food and reunions, conversing in thick accents, with long "A"-s and not a "TH" to be heard. Loud and joyous! As I looked around the room trying to take in all the hustle and bustle, I realized what a wealth of character was filling the room. From my cousin's, daughter's, 2 year old toddler, with his curly light brown hair, to the eighty year old neighbor lady who has known my aunt her whole life because she has lived in the same house her whole life. There were four generations represented in that room. The love and affection for everyone in the room, and the honest emotions and rememberances expressed for those of the oldest generation, who were no longer with us, ( Including my father who passed away this last summer) was powerful and moving and inspirational.
With all the hate and anger and strife that seems to be consumming our world today, it was hardwarming to know that in that little corner of Manhattan Island there was love and caring, and people who really knew the meaning of "Family." It was all over too quickly, but I will remember it for a long time. It also made me remember a t-shirt that was real popular around the time the "Godfather" movies were around. The front of the shirt read, "There are two kinds of people in this world, Italians, and people who wish they were Italian."
The party was a true sensory overload. Sixty East Coast Italians in a medium size room with music, food and reunions, conversing in thick accents, with long "A"-s and not a "TH" to be heard. Loud and joyous! As I looked around the room trying to take in all the hustle and bustle, I realized what a wealth of character was filling the room. From my cousin's, daughter's, 2 year old toddler, with his curly light brown hair, to the eighty year old neighbor lady who has known my aunt her whole life because she has lived in the same house her whole life. There were four generations represented in that room. The love and affection for everyone in the room, and the honest emotions and rememberances expressed for those of the oldest generation, who were no longer with us, ( Including my father who passed away this last summer) was powerful and moving and inspirational.
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