My brother-in-law got his socks yesterday. We put the wrong address on the package the first time and it came back to us so we re-mailed it on Wednesday afternoon and he got them on Friday. Not bad . . from Texas to New York!
He’s the funniest guy and I love talking to him. He’s 90 and he loves to talk. Last night, he was telling me some story and in the middle of it, he said “I should write a book!” Oh, yes. He really should. Growing up in a Sicilian family, with his dad owning a construction company in New York . . yes, he should write a book. We talked for 51 minutes (I had to go back and look at my phone this morning because Vince said “You and my brother were on the phone for an hour!) He’s the typical Italian guy you see in the movies.
There was an older sister and I never met her. Vince’s brother told me that she knitted socks for him too and he still has some of those socks so I know he’ll take care of them.
Back 15 or more years ago, I made him a quilt – a Stack & Whack with pinup girls for the backing. I think he was a wild one in his younger days and I thought that backing was perfect for his quilt. I also made a quilt for his wife and a quilt with a pieced dog on it for their dog. Every time I talk to him, he tells me that he’s still using the quilt I made for him.
Frank was their dad and he did a lot of concrete work too. This is a plate he put in all the sidewalks he did in the area. As the old sidewalks were jack hammered to make way for new sidewalks, Vince’s brother would rescue the plates when he would find them and he made this for Vince to keep. Pretty neat to have! Vince’s dad was born in 1897. I wish he had written a book too!
We should all write a book! It’s sad to think that everything we know, all the memories . . when we’re gone, that’s all gone too. I love to listen to Vince’s brother and my uncle tell stories. So much history lives within these people . . and dies when they pass on.