Today is the Birthday of the most important woman to me who ever lived.............. My Mom Dear Mom, It has been 22 years since youve left us. Not a day goes by that you dont enter my thoughts. Your Great-Granddaughter, our bella Ella (your namesake) is now 20 months old and how she talks already. She said to me the other day Poppi, isnt it Beautiful outside I was like, did she just say what I think she said? Mom you should see her, her disposition is allot like you were. She has such gentle ways and shes happy all the time. Always smiling and laughing at the smallest gestures. I can eat her up all the time. Marisa just got married to our Tim and like Ashley she has blessed me with another Son-in-law that that I am so very proud to call Son. Ashley, Zack, Ella, Marisa, Tim and My Buschel Tara are my World! Happy Birthday Mom, I love you and miss you with all my heart and soul. Thank you for making me the man I am today....Rest in Peace Here is an excerpt of an article I wrote last year on Mom and Dad: Superman can’t hold a candle to my true Heroes……Mom and Dad Mom was born Elena Rosemarie Buttacavoli. Elena became Americanized to Helen. She was the youngest of three sisters. Nancy the eldest who we called “Big Nant” not because she was big but because my cousin Nancy who was named after her became “Little Nant” was born in Palermo, Sicily and came to the USA with my Grand Mom when she was six-months old. My Grand Pop had arrived six months earlier to make a place for them in Philadelphia. Frances, Aunt Fran, Mom’s second eldest sister and her were both born here in the states. Mom like my Dad didnt finish high school either and went to work on a farm too to help support her family. What did they do on these farms? They went and picked vegetables, which they got so much money for every bushel or basket they picked. This was hard work where Mom and her sisters and my Grand Parents spent long days in sometimes hot, sometimes rainy days picking bushel after bushel of vegetables of which they only got a few cents per each basket. Mom being just a kid would get hungry and would eat the raw veggies while she picked. One season she acquired “Whooping Cough” from eating raw string beans and was out for the entire summer. During the war years Mom worked in a factory sewing parachutes and operating a sewing machine. She also volunteered to help soldiers and their families. Mom was everyone’s little sister and everyone’s big sister. My Mom was always there for everyone. She would give when she had nothing and expect nothing in return. Growing up Mom had such close friends whom my brother and I always called “Aunt” and “Uncle” that we didn’t even know that we werent related by blood until we were older. These close friends of the family werent just friends they were “Family”. Mom and Dad were sensitive loving down to Earth people who within the first five minutes of meeting them you felt like you knew them all your life. A stranger in just meeting them in minutes felt like “Family”. This is what values Mom and Dad raised my brother John and I on I am so very proud to say. Mom and Dad’s Family both blood related and not were their life. They were everyone’s “Aunt Helen and Uncle Lou” even my x-wife called them “Aunt” and “Uncle” (I knew my x-wife since I was 5yrs old and her family was one of those not blood related “Families” I mentioned earlier.) At their surprise 35th wedding anniversary I made this toast: “I want to tell everyone a story about a little boy that came home from school one day and told his Mom and Dad about a kid at school named John Catrabone who lived across the street from school. The son of a shoemaker John had this eye affliction that back in the early sixties people called “cross-eyed”. This little boy went on to tell his Mom and Dad how all the other kids at school made fun of John because of him having crossed-eyes. The little boy told his Parents that at first he joined in with the kids that made fun of John, him wanting to be part of the gang. But then he noticed how sad John was and how he thought it wasnt John’s fault that his eyes were that way. He also realized that John had no real friends at school and because of him being “the cross-eyed kid” was a loner at school. The little boys Mom and Dad told him what John needed was a friend. They said he needed a friend that liked him, for who he was, a friend who would stand up for him and not be part of the in-crowd that made fun of John’s eye affliction. So the next day when the little boy went back to school he went up to John and asked what he was up to and if he wanted to play stick ball during recess. Well the biggest smile came across John’s face and said sure he would love to. For the next several weeks the little boy became known as “the cross-eyed kids’ friend”. He would get into fights over the in-crowd kids making fun of John and would never tell his Mom and Dad where he got all his bruises and why he had looked like he was crying. John and the little boy became the best of friends and after awhile they made more friends and soon they became the in-crowd. The little boys Mom and Dad had taught him what was right and how at times it might be hard but doing what’s right almost always feels good.” “So here’s to Everyone’s Aunt Helen and Uncle Lou, wishing you another 135 years from your entire Family and your entire “Family” and also from that little Boy that has always been so very lucky to call you..... Mom and Dad! Au Salute!”
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 18:10:23 +0000
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