Happy 100th

Today would have been my grandma’s 100th birthday. She is someone that I truly miss a lot.

We’d go to her house every Sunday at noon for “dinner.” We’d listen to or watch the Tiger’s games during the summer. Every Christmas Eve we spent at her house. I’d always call her to ask her what we were having for dinner and put her on the radio. She was your typical stubborn Italian grandma. I’ve often said that she was a lot like Sophia on the Golden Girls.

As I scrolled through my Facebook memories today, past posts from her birthday were there with photos that bring back a ton of memories.

The above photo was taken at a graduation party. This is how I will forever remember my grandparents.

The “Skinny Keith” years. This was taken on one of those Christmas Eve’s after my grandfather had passed away. I know this because…

This is my mom, my grandma, and my great Aunt Rose waiting for me to sit back down to play one of MANY hands of Pinochle. I miss those games more than I can express. So much fun.

Obviously again, around Christmas. My brother must have come up from Ohio to stay for the holiday. I wish I had more pictures of all of us together.

From my first wedding, my grandma and my Godfather (Uncle Tom) dancing. I love this picture and miss them both!

I shared a dance with my grandma to “Lazy Mary” by Lou Monte at this wedding. I was so glad to have that dance. She had a bike horn that day and was honking it throughout the first part of the night. It was beyond annoying, but I guess it was her way to celebrate. When I asked my dad to get the horn away from her, she wasn’t too happy. She danced with me anyway!

You can’t see them, but she is actually wearing bright pink slippers in this picture! She was one of a kind.

She lived long enough to meet her first great grandchild, but I wish she was around to see the others! I would love one more chat with her. I wish I could sit down to another ravioli dinner or play another couple games of pinochle.

I miss her daily, but the memories of her make me smile. Happy 100th, Grandma!

Friday Photo Flashback

This is a “feature” I started a couple weeks ago with a Daily Writing Prompt. It’s been fun to find a photo to write about each week. This week’s gem comes from way back!

Yes, that is me! I’m going to guess I am about a year old in the picture. I don’t have a date on it, but judging by the grass and the fact that I am wearing a coat, I’d guess this picture was taken in the spring of 71 (although it could be Fall of 70).

Look at that fire truck! It was all metal! I can’t recall, but I think it had pedals (sort of like a tricycle) and you could “drive” it around. There are not many pictures of me with it, but I wish there were more. Somewhere my dad has old 8mm home movies and one of them has my mom pushing me down the hallway of our house in this fire truck.

I chuckle as I look at the bike horn attached to the hood of it. If you started honking it, no one would think “There’s a fire!” They’d think, “Hey! Here comes Harpo Marx!”

I remember the string that attached to the bell. You pulled it and the bell clanged, much like what you’d see in a Little Rascals short. Of course, my truck was a lot more sturdy than the truck Spanky and the gang were riding on!

I look really interested in that steering wheel, which isn’t even a wheel at all. It’s a combination oval/rectangle. It looks like the string for the bell is actually tied onto it, which makes no sense to me.

I think I am wearing a pea coat here. At least that is what it looks like. I remember those brass buttons were kind of loose and hung from the string that held them to the coat itself. They had to be loose because the coat was thick and the buttons needed to fit into the button holes.

I love to see how much hair I had as a baby. If they trimmed my bangs the right way, I could look like one of the Beatles in ’64 here.

I also love to see those chubby cheeks. Over the years, the chubbiness moved from my cheeks to other parts of my body!

I love the look of that ridiculous grill on the fire truck! The fact that there are fake headlights cracks me up. Those wheels, too! I bet they each weighed about three pounds! They were that hard rubber with thick metal – built to last!

I know this was taken at my grandparents house. I recognize the lamp post to my left in the picture. While we didn’t play often in their front yard, I remember that the pole has this crossbar that went through it.

I think it was meant to hang the numbers or a name plate. My brother and I used to reach up and try to hang from it. It was only aluminum, so I’m sure my grandpa knew that eventually the weight of one or both of us would eventually snap it, so he’d yell at us to leave it alone when we played around it.

I should have reached out to my dad before I posted this picture. I do not know whose car is in the background. It may be ours, or it may be my grandfather’s. I know that they both owned their share of black cars in the past. I am not one of those guys who can look at the style of hubcaps and tell the make and model of the vehicle either. If dad sees this, maybe he can fill in the blanks on it.

What immediately stands out about the car, beside the color, is the HUGE bumper! Those old cars had these bumpers that were like 6 inches wide and solid. One time, my dad, my brother and I were at K-mart. He was backing out of a parking spot in a ’73 Impala. He hit some woman who drove behind us. Her car crumpled like a piece of tin foil while ours didn’t even have a scratch. At that low speed, the bumper destroyed her car!

As I look at the shiny reflection off the hood of this amazing fire truck, I can only imagine the thrill that I must have been experiencing as a child. I don’t know how long I had this, but I wish I still did so that I could pass this very cool toy down to my kids. I know today they have these battery operated 4 wheelers and such that all kids seem to want. But I can tell you one thing, put one of those up against this fire truck and those plastic things would crumble, just like that woman’s car in the K-mart parking lot!