Persistence Of Memory
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Background. Italian immigrant couple came here LEGALLY around 1900. They settled in a little Town in PA in a county where no one had a full set of teeth. They were laughed at for having goats in the back yard.
They endured verbal taunting for yrs. Father hassled at work. Mother hassled at home. Kids hassled at school. It was pretty bad. No violence, but words that cut worse than a butcher knife.
Their solution was to smile and turn the cheek. Grandma slowly worked her Dago charm in the community. A cook of all cooks, she used to make her famous fried dough and sugar and would give them to the kids in the neighborhood. Grandparents would do the smallest of things to help people, barely noticed but thoughtful.
One day. A well to do couple up the street were balling cries of help up and down the street. The near lifeless toddler arms and legs dangling down. Supposedly the toddler had eaten some green apples and became violently ill. Not holding down even water. Doctors could not do anything. No hospitals then back there.
Well these people weren't the favorite of my grandparents. They heard the parents anguish. My grandfather took a look at the child. He ran in the house and got a bottle of goats milk. The child sucked it down in a second. Dumbfounded parents. my grandfather got several bottles of milk and gave them times to feed the kid and come back for more. My grandparents became the King and Queen of that community from that day on.
Instead of wallowing in pity for yrs and blaming everyone, they slowly worked in kindness.
Anyone else have a story
They endured verbal taunting for yrs. Father hassled at work. Mother hassled at home. Kids hassled at school. It was pretty bad. No violence, but words that cut worse than a butcher knife.
Their solution was to smile and turn the cheek. Grandma slowly worked her Dago charm in the community. A cook of all cooks, she used to make her famous fried dough and sugar and would give them to the kids in the neighborhood. Grandparents would do the smallest of things to help people, barely noticed but thoughtful.
One day. A well to do couple up the street were balling cries of help up and down the street. The near lifeless toddler arms and legs dangling down. Supposedly the toddler had eaten some green apples and became violently ill. Not holding down even water. Doctors could not do anything. No hospitals then back there.
Well these people weren't the favorite of my grandparents. They heard the parents anguish. My grandfather took a look at the child. He ran in the house and got a bottle of goats milk. The child sucked it down in a second. Dumbfounded parents. my grandfather got several bottles of milk and gave them times to feed the kid and come back for more. My grandparents became the King and Queen of that community from that day on.
Instead of wallowing in pity for yrs and blaming everyone, they slowly worked in kindness.
Anyone else have a story