Chapter 1 of the Men in my Life

My Grandfathers were very different men,
but they shared quiet demeanors
and radiant smiles.



My Grandpa Charlie, my mom's dad, grew up in Northern Ontario working in the mines.  I may be biased, but I do believe he was a bit enamoured with his first grandchild ;-)

My memories of Grandpa Charlie include the smell of his pipe tobacco and watching him mix his Metamucil into his orange juice every morning. He loved baseball - playing when he was younger and then watching games on TV.  I fondly remember going to a book signing with him of one of his favorites, Canadian pitcher Fergie Jenkins.  

My Grandpa Joe, my dad's dad, grew up in Calabria, Italy before immigrating to America and staring a family in Pennsylvania.

Grandpa Joe was a man of few words, but I can remember him singing "How dry I am" while sipping on homemade wine.  He was an avid gardener - not allowing anyone in his garden domain and only sharing the fruits of his labour with those that were special to him.

Treasured photos and memories of two wonderful men.