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Monday, March 02, 2015

1919 - 2015

I'm really lucky to have lots of memories of my Grandpa Vito to reflect on since his passing last week. I'm also really fortunate that my brother Seth is so much older than me that he has some awesome stories to share so we can smile and laugh and remember Vito as he deserves.

I'll always think of my Grandpa as a very calm, easy-going man. He rolled with the punches and never wanted to inconvenience anyone. He was just living his life, working hard and taking care of his family.

In his home in Connecticut, his cellar housed his model train set. It lined the walls of the cellar and was always a source of fascination for me. I have vivid memories of him sitting on a stool down there while Seth and I watched the trains go around the track. I also remember a big pile of fake dog poop that was usually sitting on his work table (HA!).

I remember sneaking down those steep, creaky cellar stairs to the chest freezer below. The good ice cream was usually stashed in there. Occasionally I'd stop on the stairs on my way down and pull out one of the photo albums shelved there.

That little Connecticut home is where I remember sharing a sofa bed with Sophia, and hating how much she kicked. We would all cram into that tiny, two-bedroom house when we visited and it's unbelievable to me now that we did it.

Thankfully, there's a lot of space outside. I remember racing down the black tar driveway in homemade buggies. I remember the swing set and the wood pile. I remember the woods (and that one time I got lost in them and my Grandma Fluf was so mad I wasn't allowed to go swimming after she finally found me). I remember the green sandbox he made with the metal lid (which is now at my mom's). I remember my Grandpa shuffling around the house, always singing.

"How much is that doggy in the window?"

I remember photos of dogs in the living room, and that there was always a pet in the house. I remember the silly things Grandpa Vito used to say, like, "if they ain't paying rent, moooove 'em out!" (this was, of course, in reference to tooting).

Grandpa almost always sat down for a meal and wondered aloud what the poor folks were eating that night. A quick look around the table and the response to his question would be whatever was on our plates.

He couldn't figure out how to set the timer on his VCR to record baseball games or reruns of his favorite shows, so he'd set his alarm for the middle of the night so he could get up and push the record button. When he moved to my parents' house a few years ago, he couldn't quite comprehend that Netflix and the Roku allowed him to watch previously aired shows on-demand, and that they could be paused whenever he wanted. That kind of technology was just too much for him!

I'm so grateful he was able to meet his great-grandchildren and enjoy them in his lifetime. I'm sad my kids' memories of him won't be very vibrant, but hopefully they will be strengthened through the stories we'll share with them as they grow.

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  1. Sorry for your loss Liv. Loosing loved ones is always so hard and startling, even if it happened to be expected due to old age. You are the perfect 50/50 blend of your grandma and grandpa in that first picture. You look so much like them!


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