The years that we lived in Gilbert were very enjoyable. My teaching position afforded me the opportunity of making many new friends, and the chance to casually meet many parents of the children whom I taught. We often met at the supermarket, or perhaps in church, or at the West End Fair. Regardless of where it was, it always was refreshing to hear compliments coming from them concerning the progress they noted that their son or daughter was making in class, and also their child’s interest in wanting to come to school. A teacher is gratified to hear such comments.

While in Gilbert, Frank and Peter were away from home during their school terms. However with Frank going to Temple University in Philadelphia, this allowed him to come home on weekends once in a while. He and Michele Frey, also a student at Temple often visited us. We were happy to meet Michele and to learn later on that she and Frank would eventually marry, which pleased us very much. Paul had a new job working at Tom McAnn’s shoe store in the Stroud Mall. With his work hours and socializing on the side, we did not see too much of him. He often brought his friends (male and female) to our house before or after an evening on the town. With summer vacation and holidays, our college sons had little more time to spend at home, if and when they weren’t getting together with their friends who lived in town.

My teaching took up a great deal of my time, as I was always interested in writing and developing units of teaching, coupled with a suitable program that the students themselves took part in . When these programs were presented, sometimes the parents of the children were invited to attend, or sometimes individually selected 5th grade sections were invited. Of course, after the program was over, I provided and served refreshments to the students and invited guests. The whole venture was time-consuming, but it was very rewarding to see the successful results.

On Saturdays, I always made it a point to do things with Josie as she was basically alone during the day while we were all away. We would go for a ride, or go to Stroudsburg to do the rounds of the various department stores, most of the time just looking, not buying.

On Sundays, we attended mass at Our Lady Queen of Peace in Brodheadsville. It was at church that we had the pleasure of meeting Julia Varkony and Helen and Andy Chizmadia. A friendship soon developed, and since that very first meeting, we have become very close. They winter in Punta Gorda, Florida every year, and come back to Brodheadsville to spend the summer here.

Josie also made trips to Florida every year as she could never tolerate cold weather very well. After her return from Florida in early April, 1978, she complained of stomach problems, and appeared pale and a little thinner. Upon diagnosis at the doctor’s office, it was determined that she had colon cancer, which required immediate surgery. She came through quite well considering her age of 89.

From that time on, Josie seemed to go down hill health-wise. I was very concerned about her being alone while I was teaching. She was still under doctor’s care for routine observations. It was on a scheduled visit at the doctor’s office that another cancerous tumor was discovered, and so it required surgery for the second time. She had lost weight over the past year and a half, and her appetite was poor also.

As I would leave the house each morning to go to school, I would see Josie at the door, waving goodbye to me. I couldn’t help but notice the expression of loneliness on her face, but I think more than that, she was worried about the ravages of cancer which had already hit her twice. She often spoke of her mother’s death due to cancer, and she worried too that someday she would suffer the same fate.

When I would return home from school, there was Josie standing at the door, anxiously waiting for my return. Seeing her in this lonely and worried state as I saw her each day worried me. I also felt sorry for her as many things were racing through her mind. It was all of this worry and concern for Josie that led me to make the decision that I would retire at 62. It was a sad decision to have to make, inasmuch as I had been making much progress with my teaching position, and besides, I was enjoying it very much. But seeing her in her state, almost made me feel guilty , knowing that she was being tormented with her worries, and bearing it all alone.

When I told her of my intention, she immediately commented, “But you just started the job”. My reply to her was carefully phrased in order to absolve her from feeling responsible for my early retirement. I said, “Josie, you know how I’ve always had the desire to travel, as you and Pop had done together over the years. Now, with my retirement, you and I can both travel together and enjoy ourselves”. She accepted this response with a smile, and from all indications, she looked like she would be ready to go right now.

My resignation was accepted in June, 1979. There was no need to live near the school, now that I was not teaching anymore. Josie and I both discussed moving closer to town as all her doctors were in East Stroudsburg. Because of her condition, it was necessary to see her doctor on a regular basis. After having enjoyed the comforts of the house we had rented in Gilbert, we began looking around for something that would be equally as suitable as we had. We were fortunate to find exactly what we were looking for–a two-bedroom, one and a half bath townhouse in Parktowne in East Stroudsburg. We both liked the layout very much. We moved there in September, 1979.

I had promised Josie that we would travel together. We decided to go to Port Charlotte, Florida for the winter. While there, we went on several tours, namely St. Augustine, Lake Okeechobee, Key West, and also to a dinner theater at Burt Reynolds theater in Jupiter. All in all, it was a very enjoyable winter, and Josie seemed to enjoy seeing things together with me.

The next winter, we decided to rent a little bungalow that was located next door to Helen, Andy, and Julia, in Punta Gorda, which was available. Helen, Andy and Julia were happy to hear of our impending arrival. Josie and I decided we would make the trip to Florida by auto bus. This would make my car available to us while in Florida.

Josie seemed to be feeling fairly well up until the Christmas holidays. We had been invited to spend Christmas and New Year with Freddie and Mary. It was during this time that Josie developed a severe case of flu and bronchitis. She developed a deep cough as well. As soon as we returned to Punta Gorda after the holidays were over, I took her to the emergency room of the Punta Gorda hospital the next day. While the doctor was checking her lungs for possible pneumonia, they discovered a very large lump on her breast. The doctor tried to give the news to both of us as gently as he could, but it was evident that judging from his serious manner, the situation was very serious. He explained that the tumor was much too large and beyond surgery. The only alternative he could offer was radiation treatments. Needless to say, Josie and I were both shocked to hear the prognosis. She wanted a little more time before making a decision, and I could understand her feeling that way.

After we returned home, I fixed a cup of soup for her, and after that she immediately went to bed, trying to get some much-needed rest. The combination of her bronchial condition and the shock of her learning of the cancer was overpowering for her, I could tell. I knew that she would be better able to discuss her problem with me the next morning, which is what we did. I tried to reassure her that the radiation would take care of the problem, without the need to go through surgery (she had already had one breast removed many years ago) and that things would turn out OK.

We returned the next day to see her doctor. She informed the doctor that she was ready to undergo the treatments he had prescribed. The treatments were started immediately and continued each day for a total of 15 days. They were not administered on weekends, which would require a total of three weeks to fulfill the necessary amounts. She did not seem to feel any adverse effects the first three or four days, but after that her breast reddened considerably and became very tender to the touch. It was sad to witness. As each treatment continued, her discomfort escalated.

After three weeks of this torture, she was discharged from further treatment. Her doctor advised her to see the oncologist as soon as she arrived in Stroudsburg for further evaluation. My concern was how she would be able to survive her ride home on the bus after her recent ordeal. I suggested that for her comfort, it might be better for her to fly home. I would put her on the plane, and Frank would meet her at Kennedy Airport on her arrival. But she informed me that she would rather be with me. And that is what we did. We took the auto bus as we had when we left for Florida. We were both relieved to finally return home. Josie slept soundly that first night. She needed that rest, especially after what she had recently been through.

For Josie this would be the beginning of a long ordeal still ahead of her. The next step would be seeing her doctor, as well as an oncologist, for further diagnosis, as was recommended to her by her doctor in Florida.

The doctor and oncologist I had taken Josie to see concerning her serious cancer problems did not really give us much encouragement. There were no other alternatives available. The only hope remaining was to make her as comfortable as possible, while spending her remaining days of life with me and all her grandchildren.

Having acquired much experience with the details of home care while taking care of my mother during her long illness, I had no problem administering to Josie’s needs as they arose. I took every opportunity to get her out of the house with me as often as her now frail body would allow, and I made the time to arrange as many get-togethers at our house as I could. Dad’s brothers Joe, Teddy and Frank often came to see her as did my brother Johnny, together with their families. She seemed to enjoy all of it, and it kept her mind off herself, which was most helpful.

Prior to our move to Parktowne, our three boys were pretty much on their own now. Since his graduation from Temple, Frank and Michele were seriously considering marriage. Peter, likewise, had already completed his master’s degree at Duke, and was interested in finding a position while still entertaining the idea of marriage someday.

But Paul, now in his early thirties, had no inclination or desire to consider matrimony whatsoever. He seemed to enjoy the carefree life of bachelorhood and the socialization that was all a part of it. He continued to pursue almost everything that held his interest. But the shock which all of us found hard to overcome was that Paul was now suffering from diabetes, which, unfortunately, went undetected for a rather long time. It was while he was still working at the shoe store in the mall that it all surfaced. From that time on, Paul’s health deteriorated slowly but noticeably, as now his heart became seriously affected by the effects of his diabetes. Over the years he had suffered two heart attacks, which later on in time would necessitate by-pass surgery.

In the meantime, however, he was determined to enjoy anything and everything that caught his interest. He took up skiing, drove a motorcycle, at one time as far as Yellowstone National Park, backpacked through Europe with his friend Ben Tonti, flew to Munich to take in the Olympics there, attended the Olympics in Montreal as well, and followed baseball and the Mets feverishly and furiously. While engaged in all of this, he became more and more interested and involved with painting (mostly oils) and pottery as well. The painting had its beginning while Paul was still in high school, and his interest in pottery was developed while in college. It was almost unbelievable to see a very sick young man such as Paul was, to completely ignore his serious health problems, and substitute all its pain and heartache with the beauty and creativity of his art. It was inspiring to all of us, and a blessing and gift from God.

Early in 1981, the love bug succeeded in catching Paul, after all! Soon we were delighted to meet Lisa Jo Matthews who he had chosen to be his wife. Although there was a considerable span of years between them, they were extremely compatible in every way, a good beginning for someone who had been a bachelor for many years. The date was set and they were married in November of that year. By the time Paul and Lisa’s wedding was ready to take place, Josie was seriously ill and confined to a hospital bed at home with me. Because she could not navigate the stairs to get to her bedroom upstairs, I arranged to have her bed in our living room.

The wedding went on as planned, as this was Josie’s wish. I made arrangements with my neighbors, the Scibettis, to stay with Josie so that I would have the opportunity to see our son getting married. The wedding ceremony took place in the little Presbyterian church in Shawnee (on the hill) and Lisa and Paul were married by Lisa’s dad who was a minister. What a beautiful tribute of love and emotion! It was a beautiful wedding, and the reception which followed was held at the Shawnee Country Club.

After the wedding ceremony, Lisa and Paul returned to my house so that Josie could see both of them in their wedding attire. Lisa looked radiant and beautiful, and Josie seemed to be beaming with happiness, as she saw before her very eyes her grandson and his new bride.

A few days before Christmas arrived, we were delighted and happy to welcome Darice Joy into the Pappalardo family. When Lisa was discharged from the hospital with our newest grandchild, the three of them, Paul, Lisa and baby, came to our house to show Josie her latest great-grandchild. Darice can always proudly tell her friends for years to come, that she was carefully placed in all her baby finery in a guitar case when she was only a few days old. This event took place in our living room, and, of course, we have pictures to prove it, all of which proves a point, that cribs for babies are not always required or necessary. With this latest addition, our number of grandchildren had increased to thirteen, with the promise of more to come.

The month of September, 1982 will be a month, that, for us, will be long remembered as a period of time which captivated both joy and sorrow, and together with it, unparalleled anxiety and worry.

1.) Months before their actual wedding, Michele and Frank had announced their plans to get married on September 4, 1982, which happened to be our anniversary as well (September 4, 1937). We were all excited and looking forward to this happy event. Unfortunately, as the time for the wedding approached, Josie’s health worsened to the point where it was just a matter of time. Once again, as with Paul, she did not want plans for the wedding changed on her account. After all this was her godson, as well as her grandson, and she was determined that nothing should interfere with this marriage.

It is hard to describe how one copes with joy looming ahead, as well as with the devastations of death flirting with all of us at the very same moment in time. Ten days before the wedding was to take place, Josie was rushed to the hospital again. This time, it appeared certain that the end was near. I proceeded to be at her side at the hospital each day, as did our children, giving her hope and encouragement that she would be coming home in time for the wedding. Down deep we knew that physically, she would never be able to attend. But she needed hope and an incentive to live.

As the day of the wedding neared, I provided the medical staff at the hospital with an itinerary and schedule giving them the necessary information as to where we were, and how we could be reached, if necessary. Just picture, if you can the wedding ceremony ready to begin in ten minutes, as we quietly sat in the front pews designated for family, waiting for the bride to come down the aisle. Suddenly the telephone rang loud enough for all of us to hear. We swallowed hard, worriedly looked at each other, and already began to assume that the inevitable had already happened–that Josie had died. Thank God, the phone call pertained to another unrelated matter, and the wedding proceeded as planned. During those very crucial moments, we had been completely drained of all our senses, but very fortunately we recovered quickly. Now we were ready to enjoy a day of joy and merriment.

2.) On September 11, 1982, Josie quietly passed away while still in the Pocono Hospital. It was a sad time for all of us, but considering the length of her illness, and the suffering endured while we all watched, her death was really a blessing for her as well as for us. The funeral mass took place at St. Matthew’s Church here in East Stroudsburg, and she was buried next to Grandpa with whom she shared her life for 52 years. Their burial plot is in a cemetery located on the outskirts of New York City. Grandpa often bragged to Josie after he had purchased the cemetery plot, that the cemetery was conveniently located near the New York City subway lines– not that the subway would be of any use to the dead, Josie and Grandpa included.

When I look back in review, I feel much pleasure and gratitude in knowing that our relationship with both of them was filled with love, peace, and happiness. In the years that followed Grandpa’s death, Josie became even closer, living side by side. The last eight years, we lived together in complete harmony under the same roof, and enjoyed each other’s company to the fullest. Everybody we knew or met was astonished to see the compatibility that always existed between us. She would often refer to me, when speaking to others, as “my Mary”. Friends sometimes without thinking, would assume that I was her daughter. She would quickly correct them in their erroneous assumption and then say, “No, she’s my daughter-in-law, but not even a daughter would do what she does for me!!” I would suggest to her privately not to say this, to which she would quickly respond and say, “But it’s the truth. I can’t lie!” So, who was I to argue? I was always taught to respect elders and never to contradict them, and I was still practicing what I learned as a child, I guess!

3.) I had planned months in advance to have a party, which I named a “Medicare Party” in celebration of my approaching 65th birthday. It was scheduled for September 18th, a day before my actual birthday. As usual, it was another good excuse to have all the Vecchios and Pappalardos all together again, as well as our many close friends. I had made detailed plans, laced with humor, for this very special occasion. It was held at the VFW in Stroudsburg, and there were a little over 100 in attendance–a nice cozy group!! I wore a special jersey which I had made especially for me. On the front of it were the words noticeably displayed: MARY — PRESIDENT — MEDICARE CLUB. In the back was written just one word: W – H – E – E – E. The party was in itself a statement to everybody in attendance that reaching the age of 65 is not the end of the world, but really the beginning of a new and exciting chapter of life.

Too many people, as they approach the autumn years of their lives, fill themselves with needless worry and anxieties with little hope or optimism in the years still ahead of them. They can only see the doom and gloom in life. This has never been, or will it ever be my philosophy. There are just too many beautiful things around us for each of us to enjoy, and equally as important are the people with whom we interact every day of the year. Life, indeed, can be beautiful, and we, as players in it, can help to keep it that way.

As for the birthday celebration, it was a huge success. There was lots of food for everybody, with music to go with it. Peter and his buddies, The Lost Ramblers, played the whole day and evening. It was a great day, packed with lots of fun and camaraderie, but most important of all, it was another wonderful opportunity for another family get-together.

4.) On September 25th, we attended the wedding of Eddie and Barbara, Johnny and Carol’s son. It took place near Lake Ronkonkoma and was most enjoyable for all of us who attended. It gave us an opportunity to begin the healing process since Josie’s recent passing.

As you can see, September of 1982 was not exactly a quiet month of relaxation or meditation but somehow, we all managed to get through all of its 30 days.

With everybody in our house already married, Peter was the last one left to decide if and when he would take the plunge. Fortunately, Peter met Lynn Waddington, an RN, who had graduated from Duke University but was never aware that Peter was a student at the time she was attending there. Lynn worked in the emergency room at the Pocono Hospital and continues to do so today. They dated for some time, and soon it was announced that they were planning to marry in October of 1983.

Soon I met Lynn’s parents, Betty and Bud, and it was gratifying to know that Peter would soon become a part of the Waddington family, just as Lynn would be a part of ours.

On this note, I must state how fortunate our four sons have been in finding and marrying such perfect mates to be their wives. All four girls, Joanne, Lisa, Michele, and Lynn have helped to make ideal marriages for themselves, for my sons as husbands, and for all their children as well. I have found much love and compassion coming from each of them, and from all their families as well – the Murphys, the Freys, the Matthews, and the Waddingtons.

Peter and Lynn’s wedding was beautiful as was the reception that followed. With the last of our six now married, this left me much time and space to make plans for my life.

The first thing I decided to do was to leave Parktowne, as the electric bills for heat was getting to be prohibitive, since there was little or no insulation in the houses there. Fortunately, I was able to move to the Green Valley Apartments adjacent to the townhouses, and which were operated by the same owners. The cost was considerably cheaper, inasmuch as the rent included heat, hot water, cooking and washer and dryer included. The heat, hot water and cooking was all supplied by gas. I was pleased with the savings that I would realize in the move. The apartment was lovely and spacious. It consisted of 2 bedrooms, 2 baths and plenty of closet space. I finally made the move by November, and my new address was now 333 Greentree Dr., Apt. C-5, East Stroudsburg, PA. I was relieved and happy.

Now that I was completely by myself and living alone with no responsibilities whatsoever to worry about, I made plans to continue with my usual activities with all my friends, as well as to sing in the church choir.

But now, I gave serious thoughts to do some traveling as I had always dreamed of doing. With our large family, Dad’s health problems and little money, travel up until now had been out of the question. However since Josie’s death and the probate of the will had been completed, I was named as beneficiary. The inheritance consisted of a rather modest amount which would provide me with the many extras I ordinarily would not have bought.

I can still vividly remember Josie’s words of wisdom which she very often said to both Dad and I as she witnessed our constant ties of responsibility with our home and our young growing children: “Don’t worry, your day to travel will come sometime soon, and remember, that when the opportunity comes, make sure you take it and GO. (She emphasized the word go.) Never put it off for tomorrow, because tomorrow may never come.”

And so with these words of advice, I decided to travel and make as many trips as I could, before money or health, or both, ran out. And that is exactly what I did, and I was thrilled and happy to have done so. The experiences of seeing so many beautiful things, scenes, and people from distant places are hard to describe or properly equate in words. Traveling is an education in itself, and with it one gets much relaxation and pleasure. And so, thanks to the wise words of advice from Josie as well as her monetary remembrances, I made many worthwhile trips within a seven year period of time. God, indeed, had showered me with His blessings. Below are listed some of my trips.

1. The National Parks in the West
2. Bermuda
3. An extended visit of Europe, covering seven countries
4. Montreal to see Pope John Paul
5. Nova Scotia and the Thousand Islands
6. Four trips to Los Angeles, California to visit with Jean.
   On one of these trips, Rosemary and I went together. After meeting up with Jean, the three of us spent about ten days together covering lots of miles and many things. It was a wonderful feeling being together, just the three of us!
7. Four trips to Hawaii to visit with Jean.
   One trip to Honolulu, Hawaii to meet with grandson, John. This trip was combined with one of my visits with Jean and Prem, who were still living in Los Angeles. The three of us took off for San Francisco where we stayed for several days. Jean and Prem returned to L.A. and I, in turn, proceeded to fly to Honolulu from San Francisco where I was met by my grandson John. We had a wonderful week together, including taking a dinner cruise. John became very interested in the pretty Hawaiian girls who entertained us with singing and dancing in the boat.

In addition, I have made numerous trips to Florida, staying at various times with family and friends there. Florida is definitely the place to visit in the cold and snowy days of winter. I am fortunate to have so many of them living there year round in places such as Gainesville, Lake Worth, Fort Lauderdale, Holiday, Fort Myers and Islamarada as well as Punta Gorda.

On one of her trips to India sponsored by the Temple, Jean met a young man there, George Prem. Although she was much older than Prem, as we all called him, there seemed to be a special attraction between them. Prem’s family are all well educated, and he too has had schooling in treating those in need of special education. I don’t know how much time they (Jean and Prem) actually spent together while in India, but apparently both became interested in getting married. They wanted to marry here in the U.S. so that all of us in the family could be present, but the immigration authorities did not allow this. Accordingly, they married in India and them Prem was able to emigrate here as Jean’s husband.

They came directly to my house by bus from New York City. My first impression of Prem, when I met him at the bus station, was of a young man who was all smiles, white teeth and an infectious laugh, yet showing much apprehension as to his new surroundings, and worry as to the Pappalardo family he had yet to meet. We proceeded to my house where he and Jean were made comfortable occupying the master bedroom and I was in the little guest room. They were happy to be here, and Prem was looking forward to meeting all of the family. Jean already had an apartment in Los Angeles which is where they planned to live. They stayed with us for about six weeks, and then left for their home in L.A. They were now Mr. and Mrs. George Prem.

But unfortunately, like her first marriage, this, too, ended in divorce some years later. It is interesting to know, however, that despite their divorce, they seem to get along better now than they did before. Human nature becomes a bit difficult to analyze sometimes. As far as my relationship with Prem is concerned, it has always been warm and cordial. He, likewise, has always treated me with much respect, and generosity as well, and particularly enjoys my humor, which inevitably ends up with his contagious laugh in response. He calls me Mataji which translates to “Mother dearest”. Since hearing it for the first time, I have become very attached to the word and its meaning.

The beginning of 1988 developed into what could be aptly described as “the beginning of the end”. It concerned my sister Rose (11 years my senior). She had just lost her husband the year before and never had any children during their marriage. This left her completely alone in her little house in Holiday. She had no car and gave up her license years before. I managed to visit with her for a few days whenever I was in Florida. The last few visits I had with her, I noticed that she was forgetful at times, had lapses of memory, and her conversation drifted into other subject areas, without making much sense.

In early January, she phoned me, seeming to be quite upset and wanting to know the name and telephone number of the hospital our mother was in. I explained to her that Mom had died and had ben gone over 40 years. She insisted that I was wrong. I tactfully was able to get her off the subject, but before she hung up, and without any reason, she said, “OK, I’ll be waiting for you to come down tomorrow.” After that conversation and closing remark, I was very concerned and worried about her being alone and in such a confused mental state. Without hesitation, I made plans to fly down immediately so that I could stay with her for at least a few weeks. I noticed that when I arrived she appeared pale and thinner, and seemed to be unsteady on her feet. I walked to the store each day to shop and buy food, and cooked as well. She seemed to enjoy my being there, and I managed to get her to laugh with some light conversation and a few jokes. The big treat for her was our card games each evening. We played 500 Rummy. But the time soon came for me to leave, which upset her very much. Rose had a very kind neighbor, Jeanne Peters, who promised to look in on Rose whenever she could. She had a very ill husband who lived on oxygen, so her free time was limited.

After that first trip down, I flew down 3 more times because of the various trouble alerts I received from her by phone, such as her calling the cops to look for my father who was lost, or being threatened to have her electric shut off because of non-payment of bill, etc. In nine months, I had already made four round trips to Holiday. Time and money were both going out the window and Rose was not getting any better.

I had always tentatively thought of perhaps buying a little inexpensive place in Florida some day, but had no definite plans as to when. With the latest turn of events, I made a definite decision to move to Florida so that I could be with my sister. I could no longer go on with these troublesome telephone calls, nor bear the expense to fly down each time that I was alerted on the phone.

Accordingly, I moved out of my apartment and had my furniture stored here in the Scranton warehouse. I went down to Holiday in July of 1988 by car, via autotrain. I had planned to arrive at Rose’s on a Friday, but the last minute I changed the time of arrival to Thursday instead, which was the day before. The change in plans proved to be a miracle for both Rose and myself. Leaving the train terminal at Sanford (near Orlando) I arrived at Rose’s house around 2:00 pm. When I walked in, she was extremely happy to see me, but still looked pale and thin. I did not unpack my car which was loaded with luggage, boxes, etc. Instead I sat and chatted with Rose over several cups of coffee, filling her in on all the news of our family and the trip down as well.

After an hour or so, I prepared the supper for the two of us, after which we played our usual game of cards. We both went to bed at 11:30. The bed in the guest room where I slept felt very good, after riding autotrain the night before. Suddenly at 2:00 am I heard moaning, and my name being called. I was in a deep sleep and still feeling groggy, but managed to find the room where Rose was sleeping. I found her on the floor, unable to talk. She had just suffered a stroke!! The miracle was that I was there. Had I arrived on Friday as I had originally planned, she would have been on the floor unattended for 12 long hours. This was the beginning of my life in Holiday. Somehow, I knew that I would handle the difficulties that had already appeared, but I couldn’t help but wish I were a little closer to my family, whom I know, would have already been at my side, ready to give a helping hand.

According to the doctors at the hospital, and after the necessary tests were made, it was official that Rose definitely had Alzheimer’s and from here on in, her mental state would deteriorate. She would be in need of special care, and accordingly, they strongly recommended a special type of rest home where such care is given.

My life in Holiday from that very moment would be filled with hard knocks, hard work, challenges, responsibilities, decisions, as well as constant anxiety and worry concerning my sister’s depressing illness. I followed through with having Rose admitted in the rest home as was recommended. I managed to visit with her every day except Sunday. On good days I would take her for a ride, and sometimes take her out to lunch nearby. But soon this had to stop as she found it difficult to walk sometimes, and also became incontinent and uncoordinated in her eating.

While living in Rose’s house, it seemed like an avalanche had hit it. Everything began to happen at once. The roof had to be repaired not once, but twice, the septic system backed up and had to be repaired, the refrigerator and the stove both went dead about a week apart of each other in time. The interior of the house needed painting after years of neglect. My brother-in-law Tony was unable to do anything around the house after having suffered a stroke years ago. The result was that Rose complained about the condition the house was in, but Tony seemed to disagree with her completely and so it remained until I ordered it done, about 6 months after I arrived. What a difference it made. It was so bright and cheerful in comparison to the drab colors (and soil) that were on the walls.

As for finances, Roses’ money that was used toward her care at the rest home at first soon ran out. Since I had signed all papers concerning her various admissions, I personally became responsible for all her bills, which included the monthly costs of the rest home, then later the hospital, and then even later a more expensive nursing home as the rest home she was first in was no longer equipped to take care of her needs. At the very end, I took care of her funeral expenses as she only had a $500 policy, hardly enough in this day and age.

In addition to these escalating expenses which seemed endless, there were also the expenses of commuting twice a year (summers and the Christmas holidays) so that I could visit with all our family. Coming home was like getting a shot in the arm. It was a wonderful feeling being able to see all our children and grandchildren. Considering the stress and pressures I had to contend with while caring for my sister, these trips home were very therapeutic for me, but nevertheless costly. Added to all of this, I had a modest rent to pay to my friend Ann Stack, from whom I rented a small apartment which was in her home. It was my “little home away from home” but it was handy and convenient for me — only 1 mile from Peter and 2 miles from Sal. Ann and I had a great time together, and we both enjoyed each other’s company.

In short summary, my long stay in Florida allowed me to minister to my dear and loving sister, who was desperately in need of someone to care for her – and that someone was me. Her lengthy and expensive confinement, however, did create a financial monster over me, as it not only wiped me out completely, but it burdened me with high credit card balances still unpaid. It is here that my loving family, children and grandchildren, have all stepped in with a well-executed plan to assist me in this crisis. They are contributing monthly to a “relief fund” which in essence is paying for extra expenses as well as payments towards the credit card balances. This truly has been a blessing and a relief to me as well. It is no wonder that I continually brag about all of my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They are everything I’ve said they are – wonderful, kind, generous, intelligent, loving – and yes, even good looking!

On May 1, 1994, with the hard work, coordination, and abilities of my family to move furniture, I was fortunate to be settled once again permanently in the Poconos – and back at 333 Greentree Drive as well. This time the apartment is E-12, and a one-bedroom in contrast to the 2-bedroom one I formerly had in C-5. The one bedroom is more reasonable in cost and better suited for my budget. The conveniences are identical to the larger apartments. This development is well taken care of and very convenient as to its location — close to the bank, post office, church and stores. I couldn’t ask for anything better, and thanks to my family, I am enjoying a serene life here in my very comfortable home.

My closing statement in this journal touches the hearts of all of us — the untimely death of our Paul on August 28, 1994. We were all shocked when we learned of the news, since he seemed to have been making progress while waiting for his heart transplant. But we must all agree, that as short as his life was, he seemed to have lived it fully and well. He shared the beauty of his heart and his mind through his art and his paintings, which captured in every detail, so much of the landscape in which we, as a family, lived with and loved — our home and the Shawnee Valley.

He was fortunate, for as short a term as it was, to have had Lisa as the loving and caring wife that she always was to him, and Darice Joy, whom he dearly loved and whom he always kidded with, with a style of dry humor that was strictly his own.

It was very gratifying to hear the many heartwarming tributes that were given and said in Paul’s memory by the many friends whom he knew. The long line of people who came to the viewing to pay their last respects was impressive to witness.

Last but not least, the hard work and generosity which the Arts Council contributed towards the art exhibition in Paul’s honor, was definitely a labor of love which can never be forgotten.

We can all be proud and grateful to know that Paul, in his own quiet and gentle way, touched the lives of many people, many of whom we will probably never know.

Our Children
Married
– Grandchildren
– – Great-grandchildren

Rosemary, 1938
Frank Piazza, 1937
– Denis Ann, 1957 (married to Barry Stewart)
– Jean, 1958
– Mary, 1960 (married to George Tedder)
– – George W. Tedder IV, 1993
– – Salvatore F. Tedder, 1995
– Salvatore, 1964
– Danielle, 1966
Salvatore, 1941
Joanne Murphy
– Gina Mary, 1963 (married to Nick Mistishen)
– – Emily Maria Mistishen, 1995
– Salvatore, 1964
– Susan, 1965
– Daniel, 1968
– Kathleen, 1971
– Eileen, 1973
Jean, 1943
John Guiffre
– John, 1966
George Prem
Paul, 1948-1994
LisaJo Matthews
– Darice Joy, 1981
Peter, 1954
Lynn Waddington
– Christopher, 1984
– Alexander, 1986
– Peter, 1988
– Aaron, 1993
Frank, 1957
Michele Frey
– Matthew, 1986
– Mary Catherine, 1991

Remarks
As the chart indicates, our family has been blessed and increased with 19 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren, all of whom have added much joy to all of us. Dad and I always enjoyed each and every one of them from the time they were little, and took delight in watching them grow. We were always happy to see them at play outside whenever they visited with us. The grounds around our house were spacious, and there was always enough room to do almost anything.

It has been almost 21 years since Dad passed away, but I know if he were here with us now, he would be proud (as I am) seeing the fantastic progress and achievement his “little grandchildren” have made in their lives and careers, now that they have grown and live independently.

Our younger group of grandchildren who are presently in school seem to be following the same pattern of excellence in their grade achievements, just as their older cousins did before them. All of this makes me very proud. Positive results will be their rewards, I am sure.

And now, other thrills have been added to my life — the thrill of being a great-grandmother to 3 beautiful great-grandchildren. George W. Tedder IV, Salvatore Frank Tedder, and the very latest addition, Emily Maria Mistishen. I have had the good fortune of being with George and Baby Salvatore for several months this past winter, and I must say I enjoyed every minute. I have always been attracted to babies and young children from the time I was a youngster, and nothing in that regard has changed. While staying at Mary and George’s house, I felt very much at home, and Mary and George both treated me royally. In addition, I was spoiled some more on my visits to Denis and Barry’s as well as Jean’s with large doses of TLC.

All my grandchildren have shown me much respect, love and generosity, and I will always be deeply grateful to them for all they have done and are continuing to do.

As for my third great-grandchild, I have not seen her yet (she was born on June 20, 1995) but we will all see her July 15th as there will be a Pappalardo family reunion at our son Sal’s house and Gina and Nick plan to be there. The big thrill is Jean in coming from Hawaii and she and all of us are looking forward to this get-together. This is what families are all about.

My prayer is that all of our family will always continue with love and unity as they have always done and practiced among themselves. It has been rewarding to watch them as they interact with each other, and best of all, to listen to the humor that always seems to be a part of it. That is what makes life beautiful!

Gainesville, Florida
March 30, 2000

It was not my idea to add any more to the text of this book, but grandson George (Mary) strongly suggested that I make current the events that have occurred since the completion of this text. Since this is the beginning of the New Millenium, I have adhered to his wishes.

With the early marriages of Rosemary, Sal and Jean, it is easy to understand how quickly our first 12 grandchildren grew up, pursued their college careers, and successfully obtained lucrative positions. Some of them have already accepted the responsibilities of marriage and raising a family. Those of them who have not married yet are either too young, or are just not ready to make this serious commitment. I commend them for their cautious deliberations during this “waiting” process.

As was alluded to at the conclusion of “my story”, one of 1995’s big events was the birth of our third great-grandchild, Emily, on June 20, 1995. It was exciting for both Gina and Nick, as this was their first baby, and for Joanne and Sal, as well, since this was their first grandchild. Of course, I savored my very special role as Great-grandma for the third time.

We were all fortunate to be on hand to witness Emily’s debut at a family reunion at Sal and Joanne’s house which I had arranged on July 15, to coincide with Jean’s vacation time that she was allotted by her employer, Royal Insurance Co.

One of the reasons for this reunion was to continue a tradition I had started some years back since 1983. I wanted to stage a very special 45th birthday celebration of Jean, Peter and Frank, just as I had done for Rosemary, Sal and Paul. Up until now, I was not able to arrange to get Jean here in Pennsylvania as she was always so far away — California, Hawaii — and I myself, was unavailable, since I was on duty taking care of my sister, Rose, in Holiday, Florida during her terminal illness of Alzheimer’s. So, technically, Jean had already passed the age of 45, and as for Peter and Frank, they had not yet reached the age of 45. However, these factors did not present themselves as barriers to me. I decided to have a party regardless and a very special birthday cake for the three of them as well. Accordingly, and with a bit of humor (the baker had a very puzzled look on his face when I verbalized my request), I ordered the following message as a part of the cake decoration:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TO JEAN – 52 – 7 = 45
TO PETER – 41 + 4 = 45
TO FRANK – 37 + 8 = 45

All of this nonsense was a complete surprise to our three offspring and we all enjoyed watching their impressions of the whole thing. It was light-hearted fun.

It was on this special occasion that the original hand-written text of my story (consisting of four journals) was presented to Jean. I am giving this to her because she was the one who instigated the whole idea (quite innocently, I might add.) It seems that on Mother’s Day, 1995, she presented me with a beautiful journal. She said at that time, “Mom, I know you like to write. Whenever you get thoughts and ideas, just jot them down in this journal.” At that very moment, the idea was born that perhaps the reflections and recollections of my life might be interesting reading for our family. Of course, one journal would hardly be big enough to cover my life story, and so I purchased three more to complete the narration of events and information.

Thanks to granddaughter, Gina and son, Frank, the text has now been duly processed on the Internet. It is now available to all our family, so that they can duplicate and safely keep for themselves and their family members the loving memories I have expressed within these pages.

And so there it happened – on July 15, 1995 – a three-in-one celebration: 1) A brand new great-grandchild, Emily; 2) A triple birthday celebration and 3) the presentation of a book of memories of the Vecchio and Pappalardo families, to be enjoyed and shared by all our family.

After my sister’s terminal illness of Alzheimer’s and eventual death, I had to begin to make plans once again to get my belongings out of storage, and to establish my own home, so that I could enjoy once again the independence I had experienced before this whole Crisis began. Financially, I was not able to afford the luxury of Greentree Drive, since I had already expended my own personal reserve funds toward the high cost of necessary nursing care for my sister. However, with patience and time, I would eventually succeed in obtaining an apartment within my price range.

Meantime, through the generosity of paid air tickets by my “Florida Gang” – Mary and George, Jean and Rick, Denis Ann and Alan – as well as daughter Jean in Hawaii, I have traveled and continue to travel to the warm spots of Florida and Hawaii for comfortable warm periods of hibernation and rest. Up until 1996, I maintained a little furnished “studio” apartment at Ann Stack’s in E. Stroudsburg, to accommodate “my own private space” in between my visits to Florida and Hawaii. Ann’s residence was conveniently located close to Sal, Peter and Lisa, allowing me to enjoy many family events and get-togethers.

The latter part of 1995, daughter Jean informed me that grandson John fathered a little girl, Subhadra, our 4th great-grandchild, while living in California. She was born on August 22, 1995. Her mother Jennifer Novotny was not in agreement to marry John, but chose, instead to live at home with her mother and a male friend whom she has known for quite some time. Since Subhadra’s birth, Jennifer and male friend have borne one or two children. I had the opportunity of visiting Subhadra with grandson John several months shortly after her birth. It was a cordial visit, and the baby was beautiful. I have not seen her since.

Between the time of Mary and George’s wedding in August of 1987, and Gina and Nick’s wedding in October 1990, our family was informed that Denis Ann (Rosemary) was to be married to Barry Stewart in a very private ceremony. The marriage lasted for some years, but apparently there were some problems that arose, which necessitated an amicable agreement of divorce. Fortunately, there were no children involved to complicate the situation.

Since 1990, our lives have been enriched with more weddings of grandchildren and the births of great-grandchildren. Our fourth grandchild to marry was Jean (Rosemary) to Rick Horvitz in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida on July __, 1996. It was a beautiful wedding performed in the tradition of the Jewish faith. The reception, which followed, was very festive and friendly with many interactions. Jean and Rick presently live in Boca Raton, and own and operate an exotic bird store. Jean is attending law school and expects to graduate on May 21, 2000. As an aside, George (Mary) also obtained his civil engineering degree while already married with two children, as well as working full-time in a local engineering office. These are examples of ideals and responsibilities, which can be achieved with perseverance. I must mention here that all our kids and grandkids have pursued very lucrative careers and have become successful in their chosen fields. We are very proud of their accomplishments.

Since Jean and Rick’s marriage, their first baby, Samantha (our seventh great-grandchild) was born on October 29, 1998. They have enjoyed parenthood, watching Sammy doing the interesting things babies do, and now, with experience behind them, they are awaiting addition number two sometime in August of this year.

On September 1, 1996, our fifth grandchild to marry was Danny (Joanne and Sal). He and Yatta (Weber) were united in marriage in Maryland, and like Jean and Rick, were married in the tradition of the Jewish faith. It was a beautiful ceremony, as well as the reception, which followed. Danny and Yatta had the good fortune of knowing each other all during their years together at Penn State. Some years later, both were in agreement to “tie the knot”. While we were enjoying the wedding, we were also very mindful of the advent of our fifth great-grandson Tony (Gina and Nick) who was scheduled to make his debut at any moment. He was conveniently born on September 8, 1996. How wonderful to have shared both of these beautiful events. But now to add more good news. We have just been informed that Danny and Yatta, who live near Columbus, Ohio, have become the proud parents of a little girl, Renna, born on February 25, 2000. Needless to say, we are overjoyed to welcome our eighth great-grandchild to our ever-growing family. Now, we are awaiting great-grandchild #9 (Jean and Rick) in August of this historic New Millenium.

On October 13, 1997, we heard the good news that Mary and George were blessed with a baby girl, Anastasia, our sixth great-grandchild. They were more than ready to welcome the new life style and demands of a little girl after having handled two active, growing boys. George and Sal are already attending parochial school, and are adjusting to it very well. Stasia is sweet, a well-adjusted 2 year old and loves to sing, which makes me happy, a music lover.

In 1997, still without a residence of my own (yet enjoying my travels and visits with my family) I was fortunate, finally, to have had the opportunity of securing a lovely 1 bedroom apartment in Bethlehem, the Christmas City. It is conveniently located near Michele, Frank and family (8/10 mile) and SS Simon-Jude R.C. Church (1/2 mile). I must express my deepest thanks to Michele and Frank for being the ones responsible in the procurement of this beautiful little “nest” on my behalf. The location is ideal – one block from the local bus, which connects to the nearby malls and stores. But the crown jewel for me is that our building is in view of the beautiful, scenic South Mountain on, which is perched, the Star of Bethlehem. It is illuminated each night until midnight, so that all can enjoy the beauty and the glow it radiates silently. In addition, the Lehigh River can be seen when the trees are bare of leaves. It seems to me that God has given me the very scenes we all enjoyed while we were living in the valley in Shawnee. To top off all of this is the minimal rent, which I pay. This is a premium opportunity given to those who are on fixed incomes, like myself. Moving day took place in late November of 1997, with a full family of helpers, as well as Frank and Michele’s good neighbor, Jimmy Villani, to assist me in the cumbersome task of moving. I am grateful to God for all He has done for me. I am truly a happy camper. Of course, I miss the proximity of being close enough to be with Sal, Peter, Lisa and families as well as friends I have known in that area for many years; however, I manage to spend time there for extended visits from time to time. By car, it is only 40 minutes away. I have been happily settled in my own little place these past 2 ½ years, and enjoy living in it in between my visits to Florida and Hawaii. It is a great feeling to find it there waiting for me whenever I return from my travels.

The sixth wedding of the “grandchildren series” was Sal (Sal and Joanne) and Tram Nguyen. Sal had been living in Hauvre de Grace, Maryland, while holding his position with the GAP. Tram, who lived nearby was taking courses to complete her degree in Business Administration as well as working at a local bank. Tram is from a Vietnamese family, and is the youngest of eight children (7 girls, 1 boy). She was the last daughter to be married. The wedding took place on November 6, 1999 in Bel Air, Maryland at St. Margaret R.C. Church. The wedding was beautiful and Tram’s family members were most cordial and hospitable to all of us in attendance. Prior to the wedding, Sal was transferred to California by his employer. This necessitated the need to locate close to his area of business (Ventura). Accordingly, Sal and Tram were successful in purchasing a home in Oxnard, California, as well as being able to find a buyer for the town house, which Sal had purchased while living in Maryland. All of these details, plus getting married, was no easy task, but in the end, all went well.

The seventh wedding of our grandchildren was a repeat performance for Denis Ann. Her marriage to Alan Partis took place on December 4, 1999 in Boynton Beach, Florida in a beautiful outdoor setting called the Brazilian Court. The day was a perfect one for such a beautiful event. Rick (Jean) officiated at the Ceremony as a certified Notary Public to seal the vows of marriage, which was then followed by dinner, soft music, and much camaraderie and interaction.

Alan and Denis Ann had the good fortune of meeting on the Internet. Following this introduction, both took enough time to meet and really learn about each other’s personality, characteristics, etc. After a reasonable length of time, both were assured that they were ready to spend the rest of their lives together as man and wife, and we, as family, concur with their commitment of love and marriage. Alan is employed in computer technology and Denis Ann is Manager of a very busy seafood restaurant. They are living in Boynton Beach, not too far away from Jean and Rick. Fortunately, both married sisters and spouses are able to visit one another quite often. Alan and Denis are planning a delayed honeymoon to Italy sometime in May of 2000. Enjoy the beauty of Italy.

Now we are awaiting the more weddings to take place this year of the New Millenium. Granddaughter, Kathleen (Sal and Joanne) who is also our godchild, is planning to marry P.J. McIntosh in June. Kathleen just completed her master’s degree in library science and is presently employed in a public school district near Reading, Pennsylvania. We are looking forward to this beautiful event which I believe will be taking place in an outdoor setting in the Stroudsburg area. Outdoor weddings are still very popular, transcending its own natural beauty to the beautiful event of matrimony.

In addition to Kathleen, granddaughter Danielle (Rosemary) is planning to marry Randy Ehlers in September of this year in Manayunk, Pennsylvania. Randy and Danielle have known each other for many years, and are more than ready for marriage. Both operate a small grocery store and delicatessen in Manayunk, and have been watching the business grow with much satisfaction and hard work. Rosemary (our # 1 kid) likewise operates a delicatessen in Manayunk. We are proud of the three of them, and their abilities to build up a good rapport with a very demanding public while negotiating the many tasks involved to feed hungry customers with their culinary demands. Needless to say, we are all looking forward to these beautiful events that are yet to happen. We all join together in wishing them life’s very best.

Below is a chart of the marriages of our grandchildren and the detailed information of the great grandchildren involved:

1. Mary (Rosemary) married to George Walter Tedder III in August of 1987
   Children:
   – George IV – March 26, 1993
   – Salvatore – January 11, 1995 (Sal)
   – Anastasia – October 13, 1997 (Stasia)
2. Denis Ann (Rosemary) married to Barry Stewart
3. Gina (Sal and Joanne) married to Nick Mistishen in October of 1990
   Children:
   – Emily – June 20, 1995
   – Anthony – September 8, 1996 (Tony)
4. Jean (Rosemary) married to Rick Horvitz in July of 1996
   Children:
   – Samantha – October 29, 1998 (Sammi)
5. Danny (Sal and Joanne) married to Yatta Weber in September of 1996
   Children:
   – Renna – February 25, 2000
6. Sal (Sal and Joanne) married to Tram Nguyen in November 1999
7. Denis Ann (Rosemary) married to Alan Partis in December of 1999
8. John Giuffre (Jean) (No marriage) Jennifer Novotny
   Children:
   – Subhadra – August 22, 1995

I must say at this time how efficiently today’s parents can manage their professional jobs while taking care of the many responsibilities of bringing up a family. In our own family, Mary and George, Gina and Nick, Lynn and Peter, Michele and Frank, Lisa and Paul (while he was living), Jean and Rick, and now Danny and Yatta — all seem to know how to budget the time necessary to accommodate the many tasks involved in raising children. They are to be commended and deserve praise.

Joanne, Rosemary and Jean have not been overlooked as to their achievements. Their role as mother took place at a time when mothers, most of the time, remained at home as full-time homemakers, chauffeurs, and care givers. They handled plenty of pressures and endless tasks, with sometimes little time on hand to resolve what had to be done, but somehow of other, things progressed anyway. As for Jean, she basically was attached to the Krishna temple in Los Angeles for many years. Grandson John was raised and educated within the confines of the temple, starting at a young age. Now both of them are living their lives independently. At present, John is living with his mother in Hilo, and is pursuing a license in the field of massage and is enjoying his choice of career. Jean has earned her license as an outstanding life insurance agent and is employed by the Royal Insurance Company and doing very well. So, to all of my family, hats off to all of you for doing such a great job, raising our beautiful grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

As an added thought, I must commend and honor families whose daughters our sons were most fortunate to have married. Jean and Jim Murphy, Carol and her late husband Ken Matthews, Ronnie and her late husband, Ray Frey, and Betty and Bud Waddington. They have extended themselves in so many generous and unselfish ways to love, encourage and support the families of their children. I like to feel that Dad and I were also a part of this unique support system. Each of our sons has found his perfect mate as wife and mother, and we have inherited four very special daughters-in-law, who will always have a special place in our hearts.

Thank you, Lord, for all the many blessings You have given to each and everyone of us, and may we follow in your footsteps as we interact with one another in our journey of life.

Postscript: Since this is my final phase of the original book I have already written, I would suggest that each of you keep a number of blank pages at the end of this text, so that you can record future events which you feel are noteworthy.

Good Luck! When I turn 100, I will be looking forward to all that you have recorded and will enjoy every word!

Love and Peace.
Mom

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Editor’s Note

I confess to having asked Grandma, or GGMA, to write a brief epilog. Kind of: to catch us all up to date since the last writing. After all, it had been five years since the last chapter was written and many exciting things had happened in the life and times of Mary Pappalardo. And my gift to all of you is to have committed it to the computer era before Grandma leaves for her next journey. We really like being part of the travels of Gulliver, I mean GGMA. I can tell you first hand that she under exaggerates a lot of what she sees. Grandma is a person that always has a nice thing to say about everyone. On occasion, I have seen her somewhat frustrated at trying to find the right words to say to not offend or degrade another person.

I just wanted to tell all of you how fortunate I am to have GGMA in my life. The lives of Mary, myself, and each of our children are inexorably blessed to have had her with us all of these past seven years. Mary Pappalardo is a blessed woman and is to be praised for all that she has done in her life. Each of us, whether we are direct descendants of her or not, we are now part of her life.

Often Grandma reflects on how good the Lord has been to her. And you know what, I believe her. I enjoy watching her walk with my daughter, as they go off to share a cup of juice or coffee and watch Barney, in GGMA’s room. Or how integrated she is in the lives and formation of my two rebel boys. It seems that they both know that to defy GGMA is something that they really don’t want to do. Or before supper, how she will go into the family room and play the piano. Or how she walks in the rain to the grocery store, because she wants to. We are all so fortunate to have her in our lives.

Mary and I have been doubly blessed for the past seven years to share our lives and home with GGMA. She has helped us to grow in so many ways; they are innumerable. Even when GGMA is not here, her room is. Plus the fact that our children will have vivid and fond memories of GGMA for the rest of their lives. I often reflect back to the time that I spent with my Grandmother and Great-grandmother. Those were very good times. I am here to tell you that I really enjoy having her in Gainesville.

I’m not going to ruminate for very long, or belabor my love for Grandma. I just want her to keep coming to Gainesville for as many of those next twelve years as possible. And the rest of you “Johnny-come–lately”‘s; get your own GGMA!!! I’m not trying to be selfish; I just like having her around.

George Tedder III
April 3, 2000