Sunday, May 15, 2022

Summer Sun Warmth.

 What a beautiful Sunday my friends. Good morning everyone. Yesterday was a great day. I went spend some time in my old high school. General Amherst High School was my school. I played 3 years of football, receiving a small trophy but to me it was the largest trophy in my life. I was involved in many different things while I was there. But now they are building a high school in Amherstburg and the so called people in charge didn't want the name Amherst any where in the place. The new name will be Northern Star. 

Here's the problem. Many, many years ago , hundreds of years ago it seems that  General Amherst gave the Indians things to wear but it had a disease which killed many of the Indians. So now they want nothing to do with Amherst. How stupid. I taught history for 31 years and I know that the Indians weren't angels. I remember teaching about scalping the white man alive, ripping out pieces of skin tearing  it pieces by piece. Taking pieces of wood and shoving it underneath the nails of men, women & even children. How about the Indian men when they raped the white man's wives. Now I could go on but that's enough about that. Today they say that the Indian needs respect. OK, but why need to take away our history.  

I walked the halls of my school for the last time. Wow, it was just like when I was there. I saw former students that also walking around checking out the old place. I understand the need for a new high school but the new school should be called General Amherst High School  not Northern Star. 

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Flaky Love

You are like dandruff because I just cannot get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. 

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Hard to Breathe

You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away. 

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Love is Blind

What's the difference between love and marriage? Love is blind. Marriage is an eye-opener. 

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Zookeeper

My new girlfriend works at the zoo. I think she's a keeper. 

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Exes

Relationships are a lot like algebra. Have you ever looked at your X and wondered Y? 

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She's the Boss

I like to show my girlfriend who's the boss in our house. I do this by holding a mirror up to her face

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Cruisin Paul



Friday, May 6, 2022

My Poem About Love.

Good morning my friends. After the long blog about my  wonderful dad, I think it's about love, care and maybe sex.

When I was grade 13 my English teacher Mrs, Squire, a fantastic teacher wanted us to write a poem. Now for us boys, it had to be difficult. She  said we would be marked. Well, I did it and I did receive a " A ". Here it is.


                               Girl In Love

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Her eyes the look of love possessed,

         A twinkling so divine.

The silence which she now requests,

         Of that feeling deep inside.


Within her mind two lovers meet,

           A kiss, so sweet as wine.

One tear does tell the love that beats,

            In her heart so pure, so fine.


Her head upon the pillow shines,

            Of love this night has made.

She wakes, a smile across her mind,

            This dream will never fade.

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                               Husband & Wife

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                     I Must Be Getting Old.

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                                 Getting Old.


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Cruisin Paul



 


 


Saturday, April 30, 2022

LIfe & Death Of A Great Man,

This is the last section of my blog of my dad, Francesco ( Frank ) Pietrangelo.

He and my mother travelled a great deal as they got older. They spent time in the Caribbean.

Eventually they settled on spot in Sarasota, Florida. My dad enjoyed the water, breese & sun of Sarasota. He decided on buying a condo, the 4th floor right over the pool. Soon he sent us to visit them. He made sure that we enjoyed the time on our vacations with him.


 

 He loved being with his grandchildren. Here he was with AmyLynn ,Mary Lou & him at the pool. Later he took his grandson Michael fishing.


 He made sure that we all enjoyed our time in Sarasota with the family.

 His life in Sarasota was very enjoyable because he was with his family.

He hoped to spend his retirement during the winter time in Sarasota 

 


 but my mother missed the time with the grandchildren. Frank finally sold his condo and stayed at home in the winter.

Soon Frank & Susie reached their 50th wedding anniversary. The three of us, Paul, Tom & Dianne decided on having a special party for our parents.

We arranged to have a stretch limo to pick our parents up to go to the party.


Once they were at the party, each one of us had a something special thing  to give to them. The grandchildren came up to present a gift to their grandparents.

First was Nicole who had a book about them.


 


 Next was Michael who was the artist in the family. He gave them a painting of their home.


 Next was AmyLynn who gave them a surprise.

and last was Scott who was the singer in the family. Scott sang a song he created for them.


 I did have something for my parents and especially  a comment to my dad to thank him for being there for me at the hospital everyday  while I was sick, injured with the stroke. Finally I saw my dad, Frank cry. 


 Finally the photo for the 50th anniversary couple.


 Life went on as usual but then Christmas came and dad wanted all of us at the table. We enjoyed a great dinner that my mother had given us. Dad stood up and wanted us to pay close attention. He had something serious to tell us. This worried all of us. He then informed us that he had 

" cancer." For a year dad fought the sickness.


Nicole sat with him on the couch and you could tell he wasn't doing well. My mother made sure that dad was taken care of but dad wasn't going to get better. Eventually we lost dad.


I received a phone call late one night informing us that Dad had passed away. Our strong man was now gone. His funeral took place and after there was a dinner where many friends & relatives talked about Frank. There were many smiles there. 

 

                    R.I.P Frank, our Dad
 

Dad, Francesco, Frank had a wonderful life. I miss dad but I smile every time  thinking about him.


        This was Franceco ( Frank ) Pietrangelo

 

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Cruisin Paul


 




Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Life Goes On For Francesco.

      After his marriage to Sundina, things started more positive for him. General Chemical needed a new quarry since the Brunnor Mond quarry had been quarried out. A new location was found and Frank was asked to be the new Manager of the Howard Quarry. Things were going very well. Here is a good picture of Frank at his quarry.


Later the CEO at General Chemical came to see the quarry.


 

As you have been noticing Frank's smile is still there. The Verdi Club has been doing well also. Their celebrations have been enjoyed by all. 


General Chemical gave the Verdi Club  including Frank  many  surprises for all the many things the Italians in the area had helped the company.



Their parade included a wagon with the past presidents included Frank with his red & green outfit. I had that hat for some times until I worn it out. I have to mention this just to understand how strong a man my father is. He was at work one morning and received a phone call that his son Paul ( me ) was rushed to the hospital. Frank was always in control of everything he did but at this time he had no idea of what to do. My dad came  to the hospital every lunch and every dinner time to see me with his smiling face. Later after I finally came home, I found out Frank was crying each day at work worried about me. I only saw his wonderful smile. That helped a great deal for me at the time. Frank was a hard worker and he worked hard for his family.


 
Frank, my dad would be around my home because I still was having some physical problems due to the stroke. He would do anything for me and the family. Frank was also a deeply religious man. He would always take us to church when we young and continued his belief in God.

Frank had decided to go back to Italy to visit Roccamorice, his old ,home town. After all these years, he even went to see where he lived as a child. He visit many wonderful places.

I will stop this blog today and the next section will be the last of my part dealing about Francesco Pietrangelo.

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Cruisin Paul


 


 

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Frank Gets Married.

Amherstburg

As Frank's life went he met & dated a beautiful young girl, Sundina Simone also called Susie. The Pietrangelo and  Simone families lived in the same town Roccamorice in Italy. Susie's parents and her brother Carmen immigrated to Canada. Later her parents had three other children, Sundina, Mary & Donato. After dating Susie for a short time, Frank decided to ask Susie to marry him and she said yes.


Frank bought a piece of land in the same are where his father had and Frank began building his and Susie home. After years they had three children, Paul ( me ), Thomas & a daughter Dianne.


This is the home that Frank built. My son Michael painted this painting of my father & mother's home. Our home for many years.

The Italians in the area built a club for the Italians to get together to enjoy their food, to play bocce and eventually have parties together.

They called it " The Verdi Club " after the composer Giuseppe Verdi. Frank became one of the clubs presidents. In fact he became it's club's president twice. He worked very had for the Italians in the area.


I worked on the club for awhile and I worked with a man and friend, Emedio Menna. He told me a story about my dad, Frank, that when he came from Roccamorice he knew no one and when he came off the train in Windsor, it was Francesco, Frank was there to pick him up and helped him to settle down in Amherstburg. He said that many Italian men from Italy came off the train and it was Frank who was there to pick them up. 


Here was Frank cooking ribs during one of the Verdi Club's Celebrations. 


  Later in the evening near the ending of one of the Verdi Club's celebrations,  Frank and the club's committee were able to bring a two very special  Italian singers. That was a very special evening.

 I will continue about my dad's unbelievable  life in my next section of my blog. Ciao.


 

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Cruisin Paul