David Mercaldo PhD
Another classic American story by America’s storyteller.
I remember when I was a kid I found a stack of photos in a dresser drawer that were held together by a red rubber band. They were old and frail, and when I began to look at them I started on a journey. While I didn’t recognize all of the people in the photos, somehow I knew the personalities and places were part of my life. At the top of the pack were three of my older cousins, when they were much younger, sitting on a “stoop” in front of a brownstone in the city. Another was one of my mother and her sisters posing with my grandmother (Grandma was in the middle wearing an apron). As I flipped through the photos I saw my uncles in their military uniforms and my aunts waving goodbye to them at the Brooklyn Navy yard. There was a picture of my grandfather riding on a horse cart. It looked like it was taken when he lived in the old country. Then there was a picture of my Dad. His foot was up on the running board of a 1932 Chevy roadster. (That’s what it said on the back of the picture). One by one, I shuffled through those black-and-white glossies, and when I placed them back in the drawer I had had such an overwhelming feeling that I had a special heritage, and was part of a great big, wonderful family.
The word for family in Italian is “famiglia.” But in any language, no matter how you write or say it, you get the same feeling…that you have a past and because of it…you have a future. So this book is really a collection of snapshots and stories about our past! I penned FAMIGLIA to give you a window into the past…to bring you back to the “old neighborhood.” Take your time as you stroll up and down those streets. Stay as long as you like and enjoy the memories. Life goes by pretty fast and that’s why it’s so important to cherish each moment.