Saturday, September 12, 2015

GRANDPA WAS NO SLOUCH


Poor Grandpa: a peaceful man who worked hard and took orders from Grandma. Grandpa had a horse and wagon, and a dog named Ginger.

Every morning at 3:00 AM, Gramps would hitch the horse to the wagon, call ginger and off the three of them went to the Hunt’s Point Market in the Bronx. One would think it crazy that at hour to do such a thing, but owning a fruit store and pizza restaurant was hard work, and to maintain business, you needed fresh produce and meat, plus a very cranky Grandma if he didn’t get moving.

It was a long trip from Brooklyn to Hunt’s Point, and the horse did it every morning, stopping at red lights and moving on green. Once arriving at the destination, the horse would stop and Ginger would bark, waking up Grandpa, who had fallen asleep before the horse took his first step!

Grandpa was from the old school, quiet, strong and could have a mean streak if you didn’t do things right. He was a ‘Jack of all trades’ and often was seen when he wasn’t “resting my eyes” with a hammer on some project, or a trowel in his hand, when not fixing his plumbing.

One year we all got to sleep at Grandma’s, and there weren’t enough beds to go around. The reason for the occasion I don’t recall, but since there weren’t enough beds, Grandpa, Dad and myself slept on chairs in the kitchen. A rather large mistake!
Suddenly in the middle of the night, the room came alive with the rumble of what at first seemed like a train! I awoke and heard the noise, made sure I wasn’t on a track and noticed we were all up, except for Grandpa. He was pounding the air with his snoring and snorts, swearing in his sleep in good old Neapolitan, at some vendor. Grandma marched in the kitchen and threw a towel over his face that caused him to
Stir and end his tirade.

Grandpa loved Grandma, and she loved him. They never outwardly showed affection, but in their hearts you knew it. He cared for her and she cared for him, always telling him what he should do, whether he wanted to end his nap or not. Grandma always got the last word in: come to think of it, she got the only words in.

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