Month: April 2020

Family, Friends and Neighbors, Pandemic Prose

Ciao Paisano!

 

Ciao!

 

Dear Reader:

I’m a Californian, born and bred. And, I couldn’t be prouder of that, especially since the 2016 election. But, my blood is half German and half Italian. I am clearly a reflection of the stereotypical attributes of each nationality. I’m stubborn, proud and vocal. However, I look Italian (see the nose and the hips) and, growing up, I spent more time with my mother’s side of the family, the Bartucccis.

My Nonnie, Rose Carmela Bartucci, was so dear to me. She gave me enough wonderful memories to last a lifetime. Visions, undimmed by the years, of her busy kitchen, verdant garden and expressive face. She also taught me a bit of Italian. She’d toss out the occasional word…just here and there. And, so I know a few. A few I cannot repeat!

It is not unusual for me to greet a friend with Ciao! and so it’s not surprising to find that I own the t-shirt. Yesterday, I put on a bra (one of the benefits of self-quarantine is that a bra is optional!) and took a stroll down the street to change my scenery.

 

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At the end of the block, I heard someone yell, “Is that YOU?!”

I looked up to see my dear friend, Cathy, calling out from her upstairs window.

“Ciao!” I answered.

And so began our impromptu conversation. Cathy is one of my favorite people in the neighborhood. We bonded early over shared interests and a common view of the world. And, we’ve done our best to make time to nurture our friendship over the past year and a half, but life is busy. And, so I don’t see or talk to her as much as I would really like.

We had a fairly long conversation with many people walking by and either pretending not to hear us or chiming into the conversation. It was so satisfying to just stand in her yard and chat. The funny thing is that we actually had a visit on the calendar already. We had scheduled a FaceTime cocktail hour for the next day.

As it turned out, I spent more time with my friend this week than I have in a long time. Life continues to offer beautiful moments.

Arrivederci,

Michele

 

Grief and Loss, Pandemic Prose

The Stories We Tell

Birthdays, siblings, brother, death, death of brother

Dear Reader:

Well, there’s the Cuomos, I know, but Anderson’s my man. Always has been. Now more than ever, I’m glad he has a platform and an audience. He understands loss and that’s enough for me as we’ve passed over 50,000 deaths in this country in the past couple of months.

I just sobbed through his interview with a woman who lost her 32-year-old husband to Coronavirus. The widow is the mother of two just beginning to ponder the life her children will lead without the presence of their father. Anderson was unable to keep his composure. He cried along with the woman, but offered her valuable insight. He knows what it means to lose a father when one is young.

He offered hope to the grieving widow that her children could come to know their father, in a way, through her stories. “They will know him through you,” he assured her.

This is what Anderson Cooper does whenever lives are lost. He tells the stories of those who are gone or gives an opportunity for loved ones to tell those stories. And, I believe, that is the single most important gift you can give to anyone who has loved and lost.

I have loved and I have lost. I’m 60-years-old and the three most significant events in my life happened decades ago. I met and married my husband and gave birth to an amazing daughter. Then, I lost my 36-year-old baby brother and first best friend to cancer. That was 20 years ago and yet I still feel the need, the desire, to tell the story of his life. I’ve written about him here on this platform. My husband knew him in life. My daughter knows him through me. He will live in some way through me always.

I have not lost anyone to the pandemic, but it is a sad reminder of the weight of grief. I watch and read the news with a heavy heart each day. If you are mourning a new loss or an old one, you are not alone.

Michele

Eat, Drink and Be Merry, Pandemic Prose

Happy Easter from My Home to Yours!

My Vaillancourt Easter collection

Dear Reader:

Easter brunch was almost a new experience this morning. I’m sure that’s because everything has taken on a greater meaning since we began sheltering in place. I felt blessed to enjoy quiche and berries and bubbly with my two favorite people in the world. These are the same two people that make my life, under any circumstances, more beautiful.

I am a woman who loves celebrating and decorating and entertaining. And so, two weeks  ago, I hit the basement to retrieve the decorations and we’ve been enjoying them ever since. I would have loved to share my home with my friends and neighbors, too, as I did last year. But, here you are…on my blog…thank you!

Let me introduce you to my favorite Easter decor: my Vaillancourt bunnies. In 1984, the year I got married, Judi Vaillancourt received a gift of three antique chocolate moulds from her husband. The gift gave rise to both a creative and business endeavor that continues to thrive 36 years later (as does my marriage)!

Inspired by the Victorian art form of chalkware, Judi begins making her distinctive figurines by pouring liquid chalk into the moulds. Then she applies her skills as a classically trained artist to bring color and expression to the forms. What emerges is a delight.

Today, I’m taking a break from the worry that has become my constant companion to appreciate my home and family. I can hear the birds chirping, appreciate the colors of the flowers and feel the warmth of Spring. That is enough.

Hugs,

Michele

P.S. Wait until you see my Vaillancourt Christmas collection!