QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is, without a doubt, the best deal man has ever made." --- Roger Caras
Hi dear friends,
The Mommy is feeling sorry for herself today (she gets this way when she doesn't feel well) and she needs to let out her feelings and since you are our DWB family, and can understand her feelings, I'm going to let her have my blog today. Sometimes life is so sad and Mommy misses all the people that have all left her to go to heaven but mostly she misses angel Samantha. For those of you who have never had children, you will understand what she means. I love Mommy deeply and I know she loves me but Samantha was with Mommy through a lot pain and loss and I wish she was here.
Sarah, AKA the Mommy, here......
One of my earliest memories in life was of butterflies and small colorful flowers named lantanas growing all around our house on Huldy street. They were everywhere and the colors were breath taking and of every color of the rainbow. Butterflies flew in and out of the flowers and us 3 girls would lay in the flower beds and play with duddle bugs and dream the summers away. Which brings me to my fondest memory..... growing up with my sisters, Pam and Frances. My sister Frances was 13 months ahead of me, then me and 13 months later Pam came along. Our little sister, Rosemary, came along later and was so much younger than us that it was always just "the three wild & wholly Ricca girls". I have posted this picture on Mona's blog before so some of you may remember it. They say if your house was burning what would you save. I know what I would save. First and foremost my previous baby girl, Mona, then Samantha's ashes and the picture of "the three wild & wholly Ricca girls."
SARAH (SADIE), PAM & FRANCES
So many memories have been running through my mind in the last few days. Since my cousin, Magdalena's death last week, it has made me think about all the older generation that is on longer with us and now we are the older generation. Magdalena was the last of the Bono's (my mother's family) to have been born in Italy. And the Ricca's that came from the old country, they are all gone now, my Daddy and his Daddy too....all gone but never forgotten. The greatest hurt of all and the memories that are hardest to forget are the deaths of my beloved sister Frances to cancer in 1994 and the death of my Samantha. How can you compare the two. I don't know and some people say I'm am a fool for loving a dog so much but I don't care what anybody thinks...it's just the way it is.
I would like to share a few memories and some beautiful pictures of lantanas with all of you. I will understand if you stop right here and don't want to read on but the only way to kept the memories alive is to repeat them. My mind is not what it used to be so forgive me if you have heard these stories before.
When I was growing up the 4 Ricca girls and the 2 Morris girls (my cousins Loretta & Shirley) were always together on the weekends at our house. Every Saturday morning, Mama would make breakfast for the 6 hungry girls and any other kids she might be fostering at the time. Times were hard and Daddy had a hard time feeding his four girls, his 2 nieces and all the kids Mama took in, so sometimes breakfast would be very meager. Mama would make her usual Saturday morning speciality........eggs, crumbled bread, cheese, bacon, ham or spam all scrambled together and fried in a hot skillet in olive oil. Then she would put all of her little chicks on the floor around her rocker and fed each one a bite of the mixture with the same spoon, not very sanitary but efficient. Us Ricca girls were full blood Italian and the Morris girls were half Italian, and like most Italians, they enjoyed eating. It was imperative that all the bites came out equal to keep the peace and it didn't matter if you were one of Mama's girls, the cousins or the fosters. Believe me, we all got the same portion....Mama made sure of that.
My sister, Pam, started writing a book a few years back to keep some of the family stories and memories alive for her grandchildren. To better understand how close us girls all where and how 2 more girls joined our ranks in 1956, let me share a few paragraphs from what she wrote in chapter one, June 1956.
"The Morris girls. Loretta and Shirley, were visiting their cousins. the Ricca girls, Francis, Sarah Ann (Sadie), Palma and Rosemary. The Ricca's lived on Huldy street, 5 miles from downtown Houston. The six were like sisters, their mothers, Ann and Rose were sisters and the two families spent a lot of time together.
One of the scarcest memories in my life was sitting in our loving room on Huldy street in 1956; I was only 8 years old and couldn't understand why everybody was at our house in the middle of the week. The news had just come on the TV that the Adrea Doria, an Italian ship, had been struck and was sinking. The whole family was gathered there crying and frantic. My grandmother was crying too and none of us girls had ever seen her smile much less cry. Her grandson Vito, who she had never seen, and his family were on that ship. It was the longest day and since there was no A/C back then us girls took turns fanning her. It wasn't until the several days later, that the truth came out. The day the Andrea Doria was to set off on her final fatal voyage, Vito got so emotional saying goodbye to his father, that he started coughing uncontrollably and spitting up blood. They weren't allowed to board the Andrea Doria. The next day they boarded the vessel Saturnia. They did not hear of the Andrea Doria tragedy until they had they had landed safely on American soil. It was when no one came to greet them that the family found out they were all alive.
It has been 53 years since 1956 but the memories have never faded. Of the 8 of us girls, Frances is the only one who still isn't with us of our generation. I have been crying off and on since I started this post at 11 am and it now 3 pm. It was been very therapeutic and I always say smiling and crying are good for the soul. For those of you who have stuck with me through my walk down memory lane, I THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.