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Page 16 POST-GAZE'TI'iE, JANUAIEIf ;4, 2013 ....... 00/'anna qBabb00nonno Ul When I was a kid in East Boston, the hectic lifestyle my family would lead during tiie Christmas season would Crime to an abrupt end. Dad and my uncles would return to just playing during the evenings of the midweek and definitely on weekends. Dad Would also be back to work daYs at his job in the Boston School Department, Uncle Nick was back in his office f the musicians union as tlle vice president and Uncle Paul would rejoin the print- ing company he worked for. Babbononno, long re- tired, would re-connect with his pals at the storefront societies in both the North End and East Boston. The one exception to Babbo- nonno's activities was the Christmas season of 1958. Just before the holiday s rvel that. year, Nanna During WWII, my grand- mother had a heart attack, and after a long stay in the hospital, recuperated to the point she resumed normal but abbreviated activities. During the mid 1950s, she developed breast cancer and after operations that seemed successful , , went through the by John Christoforo A Nostalgic Remembrance way bathroom and a small room at the end of the hall- way near the staircase that brought us to the third floor. That room was occupied by a single brother of the land- lord's wife. When he moved out, wanting to try his luck in California, Dad rented the room to be used as either a workshop or a music room. It would serve as both until Babbononno moved in with us early in 1959. My room was a small one just off the kitchen, but when Uncle Gino and Aunt Ninna were married after the war and were just starting out, they moved in with us. For almost a year, they took over my bedroom and I had the couch. When they finally found an apartment, I had my bed- room back. When it was Babbononno's turn, the tools headed for the cellar and the spare room became the bed- room my grandfather would sleep in. It was difficult at times as I was in college and often studied at the kitchen table. Dad would play almost every night leaving both Mom and Babbononno at home. Mom had a circle Of lady friends in the neighborhood and a primitive recuperative steps couple of evenings a week, hat were necessary for sur- would tie up with them for lai/a'iJiilipafn ' -lea and gossip. That left and succumbed to the dis- Babbononno with me and he ease after it spread to her lungs late in 1958. Christ- mas-1958 was not a happy time. During WWII, after her heart attack, Babbononno sold the big house on Eutaw Street in East Boston as it was too much for Nanna to handle. They rented an apartment on Princeton treet for a few years and later moved to Lexington Street, where they were living when Nanna passed away. Babbononno was up there in years and the deci- sion was made for him to move in with us. Backtrack- ing again, when Babbononno sold the house at 70 Eutaw, Dad and Mom rented a third floor walk up at 74 Eutaw, two doors away. The house was and still is attached to num- ber 72 Eutaw. 74 was owned by the parents of a woman Mom had grown up with and her husband was someone Dad had grown up with. They had the 3 rd floor apartment available and we moved the distance of two houses away from where I was born. The apartment consisted of four connected rooms, a hall- developed a curiosity about the things I was studying, especially history which was one of his favorite subjects. As a result, we had many conversations of the histori- cal developments of the world, but I often met with a couple of East Boston friends that attended college with me. We had an informal study group that was on-going and I often had to leave Babbononno alone at night. When this happened, I felt sorry for him as he would sit in front of the TV which bored him, or he would re-read one of the Italian newspapers he loved, including this one. Parking at night became a problem not long after WWll ended. With everyone on the street buying new cars, Dad had to hunt for a parking space when he came home after playing with his band at night. Seeing he had to get up early the next morn- ing, he was often upset if he had to drive around the neighborhood until he could park. By the time the '60s rolled around, things got worse. I had just started on a teaching career, was play- NEW LOCATION -- FOR YOU WHO APPRECIATE THE FINEST -- TIlE MUSIC FOR ALL OCCASIONS 781-648-5678 ing music as many nights as I could afford and began taking courses toward a Master's degree. One win- ter's night Dad couldn't find a parking space on our block. It was snowing and by the time he drove home from his job, it was late due to slow moving traffic. He searched for an hour and finally found a spot on an- other street blocks away. He then trudged home in sev- eral inches of snow with a bass violin under his arm, swearing all the way in two languages. He told Mom at dinner that next night that he wanted to buy a house with a garage and a driveway somewhere outside the city. My mother was so attached to East Boston, she didn't want to move. When the scenario was repeated, Dad told Mom that he was going to move and he would pay for the Eutaw Street apartment for her and Babbononno. Mom knew he meant what he said and knew that her place was with her husband. That spring, they bought a house in Belmont. We were famil- iar with the town as Uncle Gino and Aunt Ninna had built a house there not long after my aunt delivered a set of twins to this world. Babbononno didn't want to leave East Boston either, but didn't want to stay alone. He gave in and on Easter week- end of 1961, we left East Boston for Belmont. At first, I couldn't sleep at night ... it was too quiet: no sirens on the streets, no planes land- ing at Logan after flying di- rectly over the house ... no noise at all, just crickets and birds to entertain us. We got to love it, but Babbononno hated it. Back in East Bos- ton, he could go to his clubs and play cards several times during the week. He could also head to Central Square where he could buy the Italian newspapers he loved along with the Di Nobili cigars he loved to smoke. Belmont Centre which was a close distance from us offered nothing Italian back then and Babbononno, as I said, hated it. Finally, the decision was made after long conversa- t_ions with my uncles; Babbo- nonno was to head back to East Boston. An apartment was found near Maverick Square and we moved him there. My mother was off the wall one day when I returned home from work. When I asked her what was the matter, she said, "I called your grandfather a while ago and a woman answered. It turned out to be a neighbor near his age and seeing he was in his mid 90s and she was pushing 90, I told my mother that the most erotic thing that could hap- pen would be them holding hands. Morn had to accept the relationship ... we did. GOD BLESS AMERICA ' Socially Scene (Continued from Page 9) A timeless classic has traveled to Cambridge in the stage production of Pippin. (Photo courtesy of Pippin Productions) can Dance Theater, Yo-Yo Ma, Jean-Pierre Rampal, Emmanuel Ax and Leontyne Price. We hern:the Hub can time"and again praise the culture that rolls through our city with pride. There are many acts to come in the Celebrity Series yet the two I have featured are set for both performances on Janu- ary 12  at 8:00 pm. You can catch the resurrection of tap by Savion Glover in his SoLe Sanctuary tribute to tap at the Boston Opera House. At the New England Conservatory's Jordan Hall Paul Lewis, per- form his stunning versions of Schubert's Piano Sonata No. 19 in C minor, D958, So- nata No. 20 in A Major, D959 and Sonata No. 21 in B-fiat Major, D960. For more infor- mation on these perfor- mances, contact 617-482- 2595 or call the box office for tickets at 617-482-6661. With all th'ese  social events to attend' it is sure to work up an appetite! I have highlighted a restaurant in a city with thousands that have a lot to offer. Whether you plan to grab a bite before or cocktails after, it is sure to make an impact on the night .... At Slate Bar and Grill their fast, friendly bar staff, inviting atmosphere and inspired selection of cocktails will help you relax right into the evening. With the revision in the lost art of bartending they slip it right in to rekindle a cus- tomers' spirits. Come for the drinks or come for the excep- tional dining. Open for breakfast, lunch and dinner, they serve American com- fort food with a mouthwater- ing international flair. And the Saturday brunch is a culinary event you don't want to miss. Lively, creative and exciting are the guaranteed finds at Slate Bar and Grill. Finally, a pulse in the heart of the Financial District. SMALL SLATES are their signature spin on the appe- tizer. You can't fight the fan- tastic taste of Lobster Dev- iled Eggs: Dijon, mayo, spices. A rare find of Butter- nut Squash Arancini: brown butter squash puree, fried sage, mozzarella cheese. Panko Fried Fish Sliders with tartar sauce. SUPER SLATES are their main entrees that aren't just your average dish. They include; Seared Lake Trout plated over wilted escarole, carrot pearls, sun choke and blood orange. A unique Griddled Eggplant Steak paired.with sofrito lentils, portabella mushroom, and walnut basil pesto. Bricked Cornish . Hen,  "delicata squas-fi  t'imbal, heirloom bean ragout, Chinese black garlic glaze. Delicious melt in your mouth Slow Braised Beef Short Ribs, accompa- nied by creamy polenta, golden raisins, braising greens, pan jus. You can never go wrong with Steak Tips: marinated in their spe- cial bistro sauce, shoestring fries, mixed greens. Slate Bar and Grill is located at 109 High Street Boston with kitchen hours of Monday - Thursday 7:00 am - 10:00 pm, Friday 7:00 am - 11:00 pm and Saturday 5:00 pm - 9:00 pro. There is also the possibility of a full house and the bar may be open later. You can call 857- 263-7372 to find out more accurate closing times. SemOau00 Since 1969 FOR ALL YOUR INSURANCE NEEDS AUTO HOMEOWNERS TENANTS COMMERCIAL Experience makes the difference 209 BROADWAY, REVERE, MA 02151 Tel. 781.284.1100 Fax 781.284.2200 Free Parking Adjacent to Building Page 16 POST-GAZE'TI'iE, JANUAIEIf ;4, 2013 ....... 00/'anna qBabb00nonno Ul When I was a kid in East Boston, the hectic lifestyle my family would lead during tiie Christmas season would Crime to an abrupt end. Dad and my uncles would return to just playing during the evenings of the midweek and definitely on weekends. Dad Would also be back to work daYs at his job in the Boston School Department, Uncle Nick was back in his office f the musicians union as tlle vice president and Uncle Paul would rejoin the print- ing company he worked for. Babbononno, long re- tired, would re-connect with his pals at the storefront societies in both the North End and East Boston. The one exception to Babbo- nonno's activities was the Christmas season of 1958. Just before the holiday s rvel that. year, Nanna During WWII, my grand- mother had a heart attack, and after a long stay in the hospital, recuperated to the point she resumed normal but abbreviated activities. During the mid 1950s, she developed breast cancer and after operations that seemed successful , , went through the by John Christoforo A Nostalgic Remembrance way bathroom and a small room at the end of the hall- way near the staircase that brought us to the third floor. That room was occupied by a single brother of the land- lord's wife. When he moved out, wanting to try his luck in California, Dad rented the room to be used as either a workshop or a music room. It would serve as both until Babbononno moved in with us early in 1959. My room was a small one just off the kitchen, but when Uncle Gino and Aunt Ninna were married after the war and were just starting out, they moved in with us. For almost a year, they took over my bedroom and I had the couch. When they finally found an apartment, I had my bed- room back. When it was Babbononno's turn, the tools headed for the cellar and the spare room became the bed- room my grandfather would sleep in. It was difficult at times as I was in college and often studied at the kitchen table. Dad would play almost every night leaving both Mom and Babbononno at home. Mom had a circle Of lady friends in the neighborhood and a primitive recuperative steps couple of evenings a week, hat were necessary for sur- would tie up with them for lai/a'iJiilipafn ' -lea and gossip. That left and succumbed to the dis- Babbononno with me and he ease after it spread to her lungs late in 1958. Christ- mas-1958 was not a happy time. During WWII, after her heart attack, Babbononno sold the big house on Eutaw Street in East Boston as it was too much for Nanna to handle. They rented an apartment on Princeton treet for a few years and later moved to Lexington Street, where they were living when Nanna passed away. Babbononno was up there in years and the deci- sion was made for him to move in with us. Backtrack- ing again, when Babbononno sold the house at 70 Eutaw, Dad and Mom rented a third floor walk up at 74 Eutaw, two doors away. The house was and still is attached to num- ber 72 Eutaw. 74 was owned by the parents of a woman Mom had grown up with and her husband was someone Dad had grown up with. They had the 3 rd floor apartment available and we moved the distance of two houses away from where I was born. The apartment consisted of four connected rooms, a hall- developed a curiosity about the things I was studying, especially history which was one of his favorite subjects. As a result, we had many conversations of the histori- cal developments of the world, but I often met with a couple of East Boston friends that attended college with me. We had an informal study group that was on-going and I often had to leave Babbononno alone at night. When this happened, I felt sorry for him as he would sit in front of the TV which bored him, or he would re-read one of the Italian newspapers he loved, including this one. Parking at night became a problem not long after WWll ended. With everyone on the street buying new cars, Dad had to hunt for a parking space when he came home after playing with his band at night. Seeing he had to get up early the next morn- ing, he was often upset if he had to drive around the neighborhood until he could park. By the time the '60s rolled around, things got worse. I had just started on a teaching career, was play- NEW LOCATION -- FOR YOU WHO APPRECIATE THE FINEST -- TIlE MUSIC FOR ALL OCCASIONS 781-648-5678 ing music as many nights as I could afford and began taking courses toward a Master's degree. One win- ter's night Dad couldn't find a parking space on our block. It was snowing and by the time he drove home from his job, it was late due to slow moving traffic. He searched for an hour and finally found a spot on an- other street blocks away. He then trudged home in sev- eral inches of snow with a bass violin under his arm, swearing all the way in two languages. He told Mom at dinner that next night that he wanted to buy a house with a garage and a driveway somewhere outside the city. My mother was so attached to East Boston, she didn't want to move. When the scenario was repeated, Dad told Mom that he was going to move and he would pay for the Eutaw Street apartment for her and Babbononno. Mom knew he meant what he said and knew that her place was with her husband. That spring, they bought a house in Belmont. We were famil- iar with the town as Uncle Gino and Aunt Ninna had built a house there not long after my aunt delivered a set of twins to this world. Babbononno didn't want to leave East Boston either, but didn't want to stay alone. He gave in and on Easter week- end of 1961, we left East Boston for Belmont. At first, I couldn't sleep at night ... it was too quiet: no sirens on the streets, no planes land- ing at Logan after flying di- rectly over the house ... no noise at all, just crickets and birds to entertain us. We got to love it, but Babbononno hated it. Back in East Bos- ton, he could go to his clubs and play cards several times during the week. He could also head to Central Square where he could buy the Italian newspapers he loved along with the Di Nobili cigars he loved to smoke. Belmont Centre which was a close distance from us offered nothing Italian back then and Babbononno, as I said, hated it. Finally, the decision was made after long conversa- t_ions with my uncles; Babbo- nonno was to head back to East Boston. An apartment was found near Maverick Square and we moved him there. My mother was off the wall one day when I returned home from work. When I asked her what was the matter, she said, "I called your grandfather a while ago and a woman answered. It turned out to be a neighbor near his age and seeing he was in his mid 90s and she was pushing 90, I told my mother that the most erotic thing that could hap- pen would be them holding hands. Morn had to accept the relationship ... we did. GOD BLESS AMERICA ' Socially Scene (Continued from Page 9) A timeless classic has traveled to Cambridge in the stage production of Pippin. (Photo courtesy of Pippin Productions) can Dance Theater, Yo-Yo Ma, Jean-Pierre Rampal, Emmanuel Ax and Leontyne Price. We hern:the Hub can time"and again praise the culture that rolls through our city with pride. There are many acts to come in the Celebrity Series yet the two I have featured are set for both performances on Janu- ary 12  at 8:00 pm. You can catch the resurrection of tap by Savion Glover in his SoLe Sanctuary tribute to tap at the Boston Opera House. At the New England Conservatory's Jordan Hall Paul Lewis, per- form his stunning versions of Schubert's Piano Sonata No. 19 in C minor, D958, So- nata No. 20 in A Major, D959 and Sonata No. 21 in B-fiat Major, D960. For more infor- mation on these perfor- mances, contact 617-482- 2595 or call the box office for tickets at 617-482-6661. With all th'ese  social events to attend' it is sure to work up an appetite! I have highlighted a restaurant in a city with thousands that have a lot to offer. Whether you plan to grab a bite before or cocktails after, it is sure to make an impact on the night .... At Slate Bar and Grill their fast, friendly bar staff, inviting atmosphere and inspired selection of cocktails will help you relax right into the evening. With the revision in the lost art of bartending they slip it right in to rekindle a cus- tomers' spirits. Come for the drinks or come for the excep- tional dining. Open for breakfast, lunch and dinner, they serve American com- fort food with a mouthwater- ing international flair. And the Saturday brunch is a culinary event you don't want to miss. Lively, creative and exciting are the guaranteed finds at Slate Bar and Grill. Finally, a pulse in the heart of the Financial District. SMALL SLATES are their signature spin on the appe- tizer. You can't fight the fan- tastic taste of Lobster Dev- iled Eggs: Dijon, mayo, spices. A rare find of Butter- nut Squash Arancini: brown butter squash puree, fried sage, mozzarella cheese. Panko Fried Fish Sliders with tartar sauce. SUPER SLATES are their main entrees that aren't just your average dish. They include; Seared Lake Trout plated over wilted escarole, carrot pearls, sun choke and blood orange. A unique Griddled Eggplant Steak paired.with sofrito lentils, portabella mushroom, and walnut basil pesto. Bricked Cornish . Hen,  "delicata squas-fi  t'imbal, heirloom bean ragout, Chinese black garlic glaze. Delicious melt in your mouth Slow Braised Beef Short Ribs, accompa- nied by creamy polenta, golden raisins, braising greens, pan jus. You can never go wrong with Steak Tips: marinated in their spe- cial bistro sauce, shoestring fries, mixed greens. Slate Bar and Grill is located at 109 High Street Boston with kitchen hours of Monday - Thursday 7:00 am - 10:00 pm, Friday 7:00 am - 11:00 pm and Saturday 5:00 pm - 9:00 pro. There is also the possibility of a full house and the bar may be open later. You can call 857- 263-7372 to find out more accurate closing times. SemOau00 Since 1969 FOR ALL YOUR INSURANCE NEEDS AUTO HOMEOWNERS TENANTS COMMERCIAL Experience makes the difference 209 BROADWAY, REVERE, MA 02151 Tel. 781.284.1100 Fax 781.284.2200 Free Parking Adjacent to Building