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PAGE 12 POST-GAZETTE, JANUARY 29, 2016 abbi nonno by John Christoforo A Nostalgic Remembrance It was the winter of 1961 and on a January night the snow was coming down mercilessly. Dad was playing a party with someone's band (I don't remem- ber who the leader was) and they went an hour overtime. Babbononno had gone outside and shoveled a parking space for Dad before the snow was unmanageable. To secure the spot, he put out an old chair, a garbage barrel and a couple of 2x4s which sat on top. I don't know if this parking method has ever existed in the suburbs, but it was commonplace in the city. People living in apartment buildings in the North End or in three-deckers in East Boston, South Boston, Charlestown, and most other parts of the city, used this method to re- serve their parking space, and everyone honored it, except for the new guy who moved in next door to us. He evidently came home, saw the reserved parking space, removed the 2x4s and put everything on the sidewalk. When Dad got home, there was about six inches of snow on the ground and an old tan Plymouth in his spot. He circled the streets of the neighborhood for quite a while and luckily found a place to park, but it was about ten blocks away. When he arrived at 74 Eutaw Street, he was covered with snow as was his bass violin case. His feet were wet as he didn't have boots on when he left the house. Dad also didn't wear hats. Back when I was a kid, he, Babbononno and my uncles, Paul, Nick and Gino, all had fedoras made by "Henry The Hatter" or "Harry The Hat- ter." Both were well known when hats were in style, but I'm talking about the 1940s. This was 1961, and I hadn't seen Dad wear anything on his head since the end of WWII. When he arrived home, his black curly hair was covered with snow. The front of our three decker had a door that led into an entry way, a foyer area that on modern homes might be called a mud room. The actual door leading into the house was al- ways locked and there were two ways to enter, either with your own key, or by pressing one of the three buzzers that were on a side wall with circular openings next to them and nameplates underneath. If someone pressed the buzzer in the entryway, a bell would ring in one of the three apart- ments. You might hear someone yelling through their end of the circular opening, "Who is it?" You would yell through your end of the round opening to let the voice on the other end know who you were. Then a buzzer on the wall near the kitchen door would be pressed and, with a buzzing sound, the front door could be pushed open. That's the way we did it folks!!! (Do any of you remember any of this?) Dad did not fish for his keys. Instead, he rang the bell. When I yelled, "Who is it," through the intercom, my father let out a barrage of profanity in English, Italian and Spanish. I buzzed him in and he headed up the two flights of steps to the top floor, where our apartment was located, and he was swearing all the way. By the time he was inside, Mom and Babbononno were both up and asking what happened. I had the good sense to pour my father a shot of cognac to warm him up and that calmed him down a bit. He asked Bab- bononno if he had put the barrels out.My grandfather explained in detail what he did with a barrel, an old chair and two 2x4s. The first thing my father did the next day was confront the owner of the old tan Plymouth. The man, new to the neighbor- hood, told Dad what he thought of the reserved parking pro- gram. His answer was, "Hey, first come, first served. That's the way it goes." By the next day, all the car owners in the immediate area, neighbors and friends, knew what Dad had gone through the night before. A couple of the men rang the bell of the apartment where the Plymouth owner lived. When he showed up in his entry way, they told him the neighborhood policy, but he gave them the same an- swer he gave to Dad. Both of them replied., "Well, we told you so," and they left. No one was going anywhere for a day or two because of the intensity of the snow storm. Schools were closed, the MBTA was all off schedule, planes were grounded and the popula- tion of Boston was digging out of the mess. This included the man who owned the Plymouth. He shoveled his car out of the snow piles left by the city plows, cleaned the snow from the windows of the car, and started the vehicle up. Just as he pulled out of the stolen parking spot, the engine began to smoke and make strange noises. Just before the engine died, a loud bang could be heard a block away. The impact of whatever opened the hood of the Plymouth, and the engine died, figuratively and literally. By the time the owner was ready to start his car, most of the men in the neighborhood were on a nearby sidewalk observing the situation. As the car's engine banged away; exploded and died, the observers all looked at each other, nodded and all walked away. No one seems to know what happened to the old Plymouth. When the owner had it towed to a garage, the tending mechanic seems to have found some sort of an incendiary device attached to the engine and both sugar and sand in the gas tank. As far as I know, the car never ran again and had to be junked. The former Plymouth owner had a few choice words for the men of the neighborhood, but when confronted, all of them just smiled and walked away. The next time Dad put the reserve barrels and 2x4s in a parking space surrounded by snow, ev- erything was still there waiting for him when he returned home. For some reason, the former Plymouth owner and his family moved to another neighbor- hood not long after these winter episodes. Dad had had it. He and my mother discussed moving to another location. He liked Bel- mont, Uncle Gino and Aunt Ninna had been living there for a few years and Dad liked the neighborhood. My mother wouldn't hear of moving out of East Boston, and Babbononno joined in with her. As the win- ter progressed, Dad looked at Belmont properties and found a house he liked. He brought Mom and Babbononno to look at the place and both were adamant about staying in East Boston. Dad told them that he was going to buy the Belmont house, and if they wanted to stay in East Boston, he would pay for the Eutaw Street apart- ment and they could stay there. Mom panicked, knowing her place was next to her husband, not next to her father. She convinced my grandfather that they were going to move with my father and that was it. Bab- bononno really had nothing to say and on Good Friday that year, the last of the Christoforo /Contini family left East Boston and moved to Belmont. Within a few months, Mom had made some new friends and was happy with her new environs. Babbononno hated it. No place to buy Italian cigars. No place that sold Italian news-. papers (including this one}, and no Italians to hang out with and discuss the politics of the day. He stayed for a while but then went back to Eastie, but that's a story for another day. GOD BLESS AMERICA LEGAL NOTICE Commonwealth of Massachusetts The Trial Court Middlesex Probate and Family Court 208 Cambridge Street Cambridge, MA 02141 (617) 768-5800 Docket No. MI16P0359EA Estate of CATHERINE M. D'ARCANGELO Date of Death October 20, 2015 CITATION ON PETITION FOR FORMAL ADJUDICATION To all interested persons: A Petition for Formal Probate of Will with Appointment of Personal Representative has been filed by Paul D. D'Arcangelo of Woburn, MA requesting that the Court enter a formal Decree and Order and for such other relief as requested in the Petition. The Petitioner requests that Paul D. D'Arcangelo of Woburn, MA be appointed as Personal Representative(s) of said estate to serve Without Surety on the bond in an unsu- pervised administration. IMPORTANT NOTICE You have the right to obtain a copy of the Petition from the Petitioner or at the Court. You have a right to object to this proceeding. To do so, you or your attorney.must file a written appearance and objection at this Court before 10:00 a.m. on the return day of February 22, 2016. This is NOT a hearing date, but a deadline by which you must file a written appearance and objection if you object to this proceeding. If you fail to file a timely written appearance and objection followed by an affidavit of objections within thirty (30) days of the return day, action may be taken without further notice to you. UNSUPERVISED ADMINISTRATION UNDER THE MASSACHUSETrS UNIFORM PROBATE CODE (MUPC) A Personal Representative appointed under the MUPC in an unsupervised admin- istration is not required to file an inventory or annual accounts with the Court. Persons interested in the estate are entitled to notice regarding the administration directly from the Personal Representative and may peti- tion the Court in any matter relating to the estate, including the distribution of assets and expenses of administration. Witness, HON. EDWARD F. DONNELLY, JR., First Justice of this Court. Date: January 25, 2016 Tara E. DeCdstofam, Register of Probate Run date: 1/29/16 i istration 2016 Baseball Season Commissioner Ralph Martignetti is proud to announce that baseball registration for the 2016 season has begun. The NEAA offers seven different programs that provide baseball to boys and girls ages 4-21. Baseball starts as early as April and ends as late as August depending on what age group you play in. The program will include a Sunday morning clinic for beginners, and a Saturday moming T-ball league for the next level of players. There is also a Minor League program which plays Monday through Friday start- ing at 5:30 pm. The Majors Program plays Monday through Saturday starting at 5:30 pm. And finally our Dodgers Program is for players ages 13-21. The Dodgers play in Boston and surrounding areas starting in June and going through August. To sign up go to neaabaseball.org. Please do not delay. We will have more children than available slots (especially at the 4-9 age level). Eventually there will be a waiting list. The NEAA, John Romano, and Ralph Martignetti look for- ward to a great 2016 with you and your children. Play ball! Socially Scene (Continued from Page 8) so book a night to fall in love at Pier 6. Love is in the air all weekend long at Pier 6, Charlestown's premier waterfront dining des- tination, as a special Valentine's Day menu will be offered be- ginning Friday, February 12th through Sunday, February 14% Executive Chef Adriano Silva has prepared an impressive and flavorful tasting menu that will evoke true romance no matter what evening. The specials will be available a la carte or as a per person prix fixe on Friday and Saturday, and it will be offered solely as a prix fixe menu on Sunday, February 14th. Guests will be- gin the evening with a Scallop Ceviche featuring avocado, jalapeno, lime and beet chips, before moving on to their first course, which includes their selection of Grilled Quail with blood orange, chanterelle, and parsnip puree; a Mini Shell- fish Platter made up of local oysters, lobster, shrimp and clam ceviche; or a Sweet Corn Bisque with Maine rock shrimp, smoky bacon and basil oil. Executive Chef Adriano Sil- va's entr6e selections will heat things up as guests choose from Tournedos Rossini, beef ten- derloin, potato r6sti cake, foie gras, and shaved black truffle; Pappardelle with braised rabbit, wild mushrooms and rosemary; and Bouillabaisse with fresh cod, lobster, clams and mussels in a tomato fennel broth. For the final touch to a memorable evening, guests will enjoy a Fall- ing Chocolate Cake with vanilla anglais and raspberries, or a Cr~me Br~lde, sure to sweeten the kiss. Pier 6 is located at One 8th Street in Charlestown. Res- ervations are strongly recom- mended, and can be made by calling 617-337-0054 or by visiting www.pier6boston.com. Leave the "LI 'EI to Us! W With a Gift Subscription to the f7 Post-Gazette, your generosity will be remembered every week of the year. We'll send the recipient an announcement of your gift. 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