Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas from past and present

Merry Christmas all!  We hope you are having a wonderful weekend.  We missed you last night and I believe James in particular really missed singing Twelve Days of Christmas with you all.  We spoke with Kathleen and Nick this morning as she was in her shorts roasting pork.  Nice!

Kathleen mentioned receiving a card from Clyde and Linda and noticing how much Clyde looks like his mother your Aunt Anna.  I had to agree, which of course sent me rooting around for appropriate photo proof.
Clyde, Linda, Jared and Daniel Pitelli 2011
Marilyn Sheerin and Anna Pitelli 1979

As Jean said one time in a similar circumstance:  Holy Canolli!

Friday, December 23, 2011

O Christmas Tree; O Christmas Tree

I'm not sure why so many of us take pictures of our Christmas trees but here's a sweet one from 1946.  I love the chimney--I feel certain it must be cardboard and I can almost smell it.  Of course, the chimney seems to be covered with the creche.  Hmmmm.  I also note the picture of your dad on the wall which I also find very sweet and reminds me of your picture wall downstairs at Duffin Ave.  Something seems to be hanging from it and I"m not sure what that might be.  The entire effect is very festive.  Lots and lots of tinsel seemingly weighing the branches down to nearly touch the floor. 
Flash forward 65 years.  I always take a picture of the tree and always find myself a little disappointed that the picture doesn't reflect the beauty I see in the tree that year.  The cat accent helps this one a little.  In the background you can see the collection of First Christmas pictures of Amy that my dad put together and framed for us.  We have one for Ryan too but it's not visible in the picture.  Maybe it's the digital technology but I like the way the lights look in these pictures.  We put it in the window because we like how it looks as we are driving up the road.  Never mind that we very rarely get to see those lights sparkling in the window as we are driving up the road because we don't leave the lights on if we aren't home.  But it's nice to know they are there.

We are awaiting Amy's late night/early morning arrival.  I'm sorry we will miss you all but it feels just right for us to be here together with each other this year.  But it's nice to know you all are together there.  Merry Christmas.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dec 7 1941

The 70th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor has generated more than the usual number of stories about that day, the survivors and its historical impact.  In particular, I noted with interest the stories about the veterans who wanted to be buried at the site.  Seventy years later and this event is still in their lives to the point that they wish to be buried with their long dead friends.  I find this amazingly touching.

We know in our heads that Dec 7 1941 was a seminal event in the history of the world, but the desire of these veterans to be buried there brings it home to the heart.  It's a sad fact that the various survivor organizations have had to disband for obvious reasons and that the remaining veterans worry that there will be no one left to share firsthand memories with school children.  So time marches on in its plodding and reassuring fashion.

The bombing of Pearl Harbor is often compared to September 11.  They are certainly comparable and I can't help but wonder if September 11 survivors remaining in 2071 will ask to be buried at the site.  I doubt it and that's because I don't believe workers usually have the same kind of camaraderie as soldiers and sailors.  That's a very special bond that cannot be denied--even 70 years later.

From Aunt Rose Joswicki's journal:  A couple years later Mother's health was failing.  That year of 1941 in December I had planned a birthday party for my son's fourth year (Walter).  I don't think that anyone will ever forget that day Dec 7 1941.  When the Japs attack Pearl Harbor and the war was declared.  The next day was Junior's birthday and I proceeded with my plans just the same.  But no one was very happy.  Except the children they were too young to know what it was all about.  And that's exactly what the veterans fear.