This year, my stepmother sent me some wonderful presents. The first is a pillow made from one of my Dad's shirts. The other is a photo album that my sister and I had put together for our Dad many years ago. (He passed in May 2017, my sister in 2005)
It was so much fun, bittersweet too, to see those pictures from our shared lives.
There was even a picture of him wearing the very shirt that is now a pillow.
She also included some much older photographs, that had been framed and hanging in their dining room, including the two I have posted here.
These are my great-grandparents.
The tinted picture shows my father's maternal grandparents, Carmella and Vincent Fontana. I love the fancy dress and hairstyle in the tinted picture. This was a formal portrait certainly. The b&w image is of his paternal grandparents, Giovanna and Salvatore Guastella. While that image is less formal, I think it has a lot of charm.
The only one of them who was still alive when I was born was my Great-Gramma Giovanna. She was tiny and plump and spoke almost no English. She adored my father, her eldest grandson. I can remember sitting at her kitchen table with my sister (I was maybe 3 years old) with a glass of milk and a straw. We kids were using the straws to blow bubbles in the milk, which spilled over the top. We were laughing so hard, and Great-Gramma most of all. Hearing the noisy laughter, my mother came into the kitchen to see what we were up to, and started to scold us kids for making a mess. But Great-Gramma shooed her out of the kitchen and motioned for us to carry on. She was adorable.
Carmella and Vincent Fontana Giovanna and Salvatore Guastella