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POST-GAZETTE, AUGUST 26, 2011 Page13 anna Babbi onno i For the past few weeks, I have been writing stories about spending the month of August in Maine. For my father, it was a break from working two jobs all of his life. Regardless of what he did during the day through- out the years, he also played music at night. For Babbo- nonno, it was a rural get away. My grandparents had never taken a vacation and now it was time to relax. For both my mother and Nanna, it meant moving their kitchens from East Boston to Winthrop, Maine. For me, it meant getting away from the street comer and the Seville Theater. Last week, I mentioned that Dad let me invite my friends, one at a time, to the cottage. When you are an only child, there are many concessions that are granted, and this was one of them. I mentioned a buddy and fellow employee from the Seville, Carl Sinatra. There were a few others that were included at vari- ous points in time: JOhn Manfredonia, whom I had grown up with, John Alaimo, one of my closest childhood friends and today a jazz pia- nist on Martha's Vinyard, my cousins Anthony and Ralph Pepe and a few other teens that _-I chummed around with back in the day. There were the children of summer residents that were there every summer. Next to Mike and Nara's cottage was the Lemeux family. Lionel Lemeux was a writer for the Lewiston Sun, a daily newspaper that was popular in central Maine. He and his wife had several children, the oldest of which I was friendly with. To the other side of Mike and Nara was the Brailey cottage. They had a daughter who was a few years older than us mid teens, and of course, she barely acknowledged us. Next to them was the Roache family. Both parents were college professors and fit the stereotype. Their two children couldn't play with the rest of us because they had to study all summer. Their teenage son walked around all day talking to himself in a dialect of French that was spoken be- fore the time of Joan of Arc. Across the road from the lake side cottages were the homes of the local inhabit- ants. The only family that was that close to Mike and Nara or my parents was the by John Christoforo A Nostalgic Remembrance i iii i Gordon family. Arthur Gor- don and his wife had two older boys and two daughters, who were in their mid teens. There was Arthur's father whom we all called Old Vie. He and Babbononno were about the same age and hit it off right from the begin- ning in spite of the fact that Babbononno couldn't under- stand what was said through a thick Maine accent and Vic couldn't understand Babbononno's fractured English. Vic's homemade apple jack and Babbononno's homemade red wine did the translation. There was the Andy fam- ily from Augusta. Actually, Irene Andy was the sister of Lionel Lemeux. She had married Emil Andy (Emelio Auidi), who ventured north from Connecticut years ear- lier. The locals referred to him as the Eye-tal-yen. They had three girls and one boy. Two of the girls were about myage, Earline and Judy. Judy and I were a year apart and I was smitten from the moment I saw her. We dated during the summer months for about three years, but her idea of a "dreamboat" was Pat Boone. As a matter of fact, the year after I gradu- ated college we headed for Maine, not to spend August at the cottage, but to attend Judy's wedding with her Pat Boone look alike. I was on my own by this time but accepted the invi- tation to Maine for the wed- ding. Even though Nanna was gone by this point in time, Babbononno came along. My folks never said anything to me about Judy's intended. Later in life, Dad mentioned that he and Emil had once talked about Judy and me and how nice it would be if we all became one big family. My mother was oblivious to the whole thing. Although I never mentioned anything to Babbononno, when we were at the Andy home for a prenuptial party the night before the wedding, Babbononno looked at the happy couple as they were being photographed, leaned over to me and whispered, "Jenny, datsa suppoz-da be you, not il Amerieano wadda looka da same in da face azza da singer, Pat-a Boone." I didn't think anyone was aware of my feelings for the young lady, least of all Babbononno. I guess he was more .perceptive th~n. I gave him credit for being. The day of the wedding came, and we all watched the Pat Boone look alike and Judy take their vows. The reception was held at the Andy house and the house of a neighbor next door. As we toasted the newly weds, Babbononno and I clinked champagne glasses after the best man proposed a toast. After the clink, my grandfa- ther looked at me and said, "Stupido, mi nepoto, tu sei stupido." (Stupid, my grand- son, you're stupid.") My grandfather didn't mince words. That night, I just wanted to be alone. The families decided to head out to an ice cream parlor in down- town Augusta, and I chose to stay at the Andy house and watch TV. Judy had a cat who never liked me. Every time I was close to him, he would hiss and turn away. That night, as I watched the Ed Sullivan Show, the cat jumped on my lap and cried out loud as I cried inside. I'll never forget that cat. He must have sensed my emo- tions all those years and was just jealous. Looking back in retro- spect, things happen for a reason. My concentration headed toward my careers and I made sure there were no loves in my life. If I had been the groom that day, I never would have played with some of the jazz greats, I would never have made it to Hollywood, and later, I never would have gone back to school for an advanced degree and met Loretta, whom I've been married to now for 34 years. Oh, also, I never would have become a writer for this paper, and there would never have been a column called, "Nanna and Babbononno." So, I guess things happen for a reason. As we teens became young adults in our twenties, we all stopped accompanying our parents to Maine during the summer months. After Babbononno passed away, it was just Mom and Dad heading north during the summer. It got to a point where the summer place got to be too much for my folks~ and Dad sold the cot- tage at Frosty's Point in Winthrop, Maine. Looking back, though, those days were some of the most memorable of my life. I'll never forget the wonderful summer months of my youth. GOD BLESS AMERICA. -- FOR YOU WHO APPRECIATE THE FINEST -- THE MUSIC FOR ALL OCCASIONS 781-648-5678 The Socially Set (Continued from Page 9) Tom and Lisa Blumenthal at the "Literary Lights" gala. (Photo by Roger Farrington) will be used for the mainte- nance and improvement of the gardens at Elm Bank. For tickets and more infor- mation, call 617-933-4900 or visit honorarymedals. ....... Karin Stanley, the noted sculptor and garden designer, created a modern exhibition garden for Tour- ism Ireland presented at the 2006 New England Flower Show. Ms. Stanley, a native Irish designer/sculptor, has lived in the United States for twenty years exhibiting, lec- turing and designing private installations throughout the country. In 2008, The Irish Cultural Centre of New England honored Ms. Stanley with the "2008 Eddie Barron Memorial Commission" at the 2008 ICONS Irish Music and Arts Festival. Named for one of the Centre's founding members and one of its most dedicated advocates and organizers, the commission is awarded to an artist each year to create a special work celebrating Irish Connections in North America. The commissioned piece is on permanent dis- play at the Centre. Presently, we are all in- vited to enjoy Ms. Stanley's work through the end of Sep- tember at the Munson Gal- lery, 880 Main Street, in Chatham, Mass. For more information, call the Gallery at 508-945-2888 or visit www. munsongallery, net/ artist, asp?artist= 75. To learn more about Ms. Stanley and her beautiful works, be sure to visit www. karinstanley, com. Enjoy! (Be sure to visit Hilda MorriU's gardening website, www. bos tongardens, com. In addition to events covered and reported by the columnist, "The Socially Set" is compiled from various other sources such as news and press re- leases, PRNewswire services, etc,) PRAYER TO ST. JUDE May the Sacred Heart of Jesus be adored, glorified, loved and pre- served throughout the world now and forever. Sacred Heart of Jesus pray for us. St. Jude, worker of miracles. I~ray for us. St. Jude, help of the hopeless, pray for us. Say this prayer 9 times a day and by the 8th day your prayers will be answered. It has never been known to fail. Publication must be promised. My prayers have been answered. A.T.P. Thinking Out Loud (Continued from Page 8) Religion can't just be a pair of handcuffs stifling our affect. Religion has to be a positive outlook, attitude and commitment. Mickey Mantle's dysfunc- tional life was his to make because he let the past rule his present and future. Along the way, he also had medi- cal issues that had an effect on his playing time. He of- ten lived his live on and off the field in constant physi- cal pain. He was one of the greatest baseball players ever to play the game. He did the best he could with the physical limitations placed on his body. He tried as hard as he could to do as much as possible. However, this very same attribute that assisted on the baseball diamond hin- dered him in his personal life. There his life's prin- ciples seemingly became constant pleasure even if it might hasten his physical LEGAL NOTICE B&B TOWING 59 R-MOONEY STREET CAMBRIDGE, MA 02138 617-347-9104 B&B TOWING HAS HAD IN THEIR POSSESSION SINCE APRIL 7, 2011 1986 FORD PIU VIN #2FTEF26Y4GCA92911 TO: PEARL CONSTRUCTION CO. 12 SARG ENT AVENUE SOMERVILLE MA 02145 YOU ARE NOTIFIED BY THIS AD TO GET IN TOUCH WITH B&B TOWING AS WELL AS BY CERTIFIED MAIL. IF THIS VEHICLE IS NOT CLAIMED N 21 DAYS, IT WILL BE SOLD AT PRIVATE SALE. MICHAEL SORRENTINO OFFICER & OWNER Run dates: 8/12/11 8/19/118/26/11 and emotional demise. Like many of us, The Mick wasn't a bad human being. He lived his life somewhat recklessly because the image of death scared him so much. He didn't want to die so much and unfortu- nately ended up living his life so negatively. At the end, I think he finally got it. When he was really dying, he didn't seem to fear it anymore. Perhaps, if he and us too were to live our lives without a pathologi- cal fear of dying, we would live better with one another and ourselves. That nightmare of mine? It really wasn't such a bad dream after all because it got me to think about the meaning of living rather than dying. LEGAL NOTICE Commonwealth of Massachusetts The Trial Court Middlesex Pi'obate and Family Court 208 Cambridge Street Cambridge, MA 02141 Docket No. 11D-3205CS SUMMONS BY PUBLICATION ROSA EDITH BUSTAMANTE, Plaintiff V. ~IORGE PALAClOS CAMPOS, Defendant To the above named Defendant: A Complaint has been presented to this Court bythe Plaintiff. Rosa Edith Bustamante, seeking a Modification of a Foreign Custody Order. You are required to sewe upon: Megan Christopher, attorney for plaintiff whose address is Metro West Legal Services, 63 Fountain Street, # 304, Framingham, MA 01702 your answer on or before September 26, 2011, If you fail to do so, the court will proceed to the hearinG and adjudication of this action. You are also required to file a copy of your answer in the office of the Register of this Court at Cambridge. WITNESS, Hen. PETER C. DiGANGI, Esquire. First Justice of said Court at Cambridge, this 15th day of August, 2011. Tara E. DeCdstofaro, Register of Probate Run date: 8/26/11