My adventure on 8th Street began on January 6th, 1939.....
On that friday afternoon at exactly 3:00 PM I entered the world... I was delivered in the same bed I was conceived in. In the 4 rail road room, cold water flat on the second floor that my parents called home.
My parents could not afford the use of a hospital so Dr Granneri, the family doctor, was summoned and yes in those days doctors came to you not the other way round. So on that cold afternoon I received my welcome to the world with a slap on the ass and was wrapped in a clean but well used blanket.
My grandfather was told to get a scale so my weight could be checked...so grandpa brought the only scale they owned, a bread scale...I weighted in at 5 pounds even...which I realized later was 8 pounds lighter then the St Anthony Bread my great aunt Marie ( Zia Mariette)...would dispense each June 13th to 13 devoted and bread hungry friends. But I digress.....
So now you know how my passion for 521 began....with a slap, a wrap and a nap......
(more tales to follow)
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3 comments:
What a great story. Its amazing how much simpler things were then, and everyone turned out fine. I guess alot of babies came into the world this way, although not sure about the bread scale part. The question I have is, Why did Nana and Grandpa have a bread scale?
I presume bread was bought at the local store of delivered, why the scale ?
If I know grandpa, he borrowed it from Ronzoni ;-)
Love the stories, keep them coming
Love Ron
Ronzi...the scale belonged to my grandparents...it was not a measure of wealth but something they had..it was a normal thing at the time to measure misc items...not sure what they were, but trust me...if they had one they used it.....
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