This photo was taken at Nonna's first house in Port Washington circa 1941.
That's Nonna,me and my father. I just finished digging a hole for a new "Out House" and I was testing it out. The only problem was, by the time I was able to climb up to the seat, I wet myself. The Matron and the Warden were summoned and I was placed in solitary for the entire day.
I remember the first house, we were never allowed to go inside. The cooking and eating were always done out doors and it was fun. I don't ever remember staying over night. I think we always went home the same day, but I could be wrong. I do remember grandpa playing the mandolin and singing Italian songs after dinner and the home made wine flowed, and everyone world join in. It seems that everyone was happy in those days...there was always laughing and joking..but maybe I just remember it that way, but at two years old, I guess everything is an adventure.
3 comments:
Wasn't there a bathroom in the house? Oh, I forgot, you weren't allowed in. Dad was really handsome. So were you, with hair:-)
Wow, Uncle Mike was so good looking!!!
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I WAS JUST THINKING THE SAME THING UNCLE MIKE WAS ALMOST AS HANDSOME AS DADDY........LOVE THE PICTURE.....LOVE YA
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